Simple Slow minded
Clash of information
Is too much to take
No way to understand-
About the smallest things

The car needs a fixn’
Too many procedures and diagnosis-
Too much to know
Brain stops, too much overload

So many tissues to name
Can’t the doctors keep the titles simple?
About two hundred sixteen bones
This is insane!

Numbers and formulas everywhere
Dizzy Digits circulating all over
Decimals and fractions dancing
They all end up in the garbage bin

Numerous of congregations
Vocabs fill up the page
Sentences difficult
Translation is unbearable

An idle intellect is useless
Nothing to accomplish
And to succeed
Unworthy to the world