"This algebra " he moaned at me
What's it for.? And why?
It makes no sense I just can't see,
my head's all out of joint
Carry one and move the ten
Tell me, what's the point"
"The point" says I "no point at all
First we're born and then we die
And in-between we do stuff
And there is no reason why. "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem