"And I was like, that's the shit right there"

Oh nine - one oh

There were days
Where we felt like we were stuck
In an Opium War,
Unable to meet the supply to the demand,
And realizing
Martin Luther really was right -
And you, Charles V, are wrong.
You might have thought
That what you were doing was the right thing,
Always first in line for charity,
But everyone can see
Through you and your
Silly tricks.
You're not fooling anyone -
You're just another Chaucer character.
But then out of nowhere
Comes that methane boom
You should have seen on the first day,
And you have found the
Hot spot in the glass tray
Of heated marshmallows,
Stabbing it gloriously with a toothpick,
And everything
Makes sense.
So maybe not every polynomial can be simplified
Without using the quadratic formula,
But at some point
We all have to
Face the facts -
Direct and indirect objects do matter.
Through all the
X equals who-gives-a-fuck,
Why not China? - because that's just the way it is,
And seemingly unbalanceable equations,
It's all just like looking for
The Big Dipper on the quiet shores
Of the Pinery -
It was right in front of your face the whole time.