The art of being curved has gotten out of control
As disruptive and as frustrating as it can be
I have found solace in the time of curvature
If you've ever made plans with a friend
Which we all have so I hope you can relate
That even with everything on our plates
We make time for those who matter
But when it comes time to situate
Math could never prepare you for being curved
I'm not sure you've heard so let me set it straight
That person agreed to make plans with you
But when it comes a time, that which you have set aside
The other person has backed out last minute
I know we've all been curved or once took the mound
But it doesn't mean I like the sound
Of my days and time wasted, I'm not a fan
But my solace is bitter but not wasted
The ink and words my pages have tasted
Just becomes something else to write about