The Radian Counter
Sitting in physics class,
That glacial monolith of boredom,
On a sudden whim of induced frustration,
I found myself converting everything to radians,
You can find a circle in anything,
If you are bored in physics class.
GPA’s, lengths of books, weeks and months,
And so I sat, and calculated.
I converted my life to radians,
And realized,
Assuming an average life expectancy of 80 years,
That I was at pi/2.
Then I determined the amount of radians in one second.
And as the seconds ticked,
I began to add up the passing radians on my calculator.
And literally watched my life go away.
Then I thought to myself,
Do I really want to be spending,
All these radians in physics class?
And the answer was no.
But I had no choice.
The clock struck pi,
And I continued to sit,
As the radians marched on into the night.
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