In Maths class <br />I'm lost <br /> <br />clashing with the crushing Calculus <br />tangled in a skein of Algebra <br /> <br />getting slapped <br />& slapped <br /> <br />for my lack <br />of mathematical knowledge. <br /> <br />'I am not a number... <br />...I am a free man! ' <br /> <br />I howl <br />in my best PRISONER <br /> <br />voiceover. <br /> <br />Now Science is fast <br />leaving me behind. <br /> <br />I scream <br />into the ignorance I am: <br /> <br />'Open the pod doors, Hal! ' <br />'Open the pod doors, Hal! ' <br /> <br />Now I'm lost <br />in space <br /> <br />Go home <br />relieved at last <br /> <br />from the throes <br />of my learning <br /> <br />switch on <br />the T.V. <br /> <br />Hear the music <br />blossoming <br /> <br />into ethereal voices <br /> <br />Kirk <br />& me <br /> <br />darinto <br />boldly go <br /> <br />where every schoolkid <br />goes every Wednesday <br /> <br />ever daring to <br />split the infinitive.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-60-s-kid-for-scarlett/
