Engineering...

A syllabus discourse on Bezier curves,

For most of us, just frays our nerves.

Those long talks on Hamilton’s works,

Have no effect on us back bench jerks.

Theorems of maths and electric wires

Or physics concepts and robot’s tires.

Are all the same at the end of day,

When we engineers have nothing to say.

Incomprehension at every printed tome,

That we drag back to a cluttered home.

We hide the deficit at the final hour,

By spouting gibberish, our faces dour.

That’s all we learn in those lengthy classes,

While we listen to crap, in crowded masses.

We have no clue about complex terms,

Cause we mug up stuff, yet work for firms.

If our teachers need books, to take a class,

Why’d we be blamed, when we try to pass?

In a world of diagrams and programs and stuff

We manage to get by, with lies and bluff.

Engineering, to use technical words,

Is a valuable degree for geeks and nerds.

For normal folk with no lack in life,

It’s a place of pain… and grief and strife.

I give up now… all I know is this,

I am ready to kill for a life of bliss.

The promise of future is very fine thing,

But my present is crushed by gears and spring.

After three years of bearing tangential talks

I’m ready to run and hide in Fort Knox.

Euler and Lagrange can kiss my ass,

To me this course is all hot gas.