Count the norm in your textbook.
Yes- you go do that.
Count the precipice angle -- is it exactly 90 degrees with respect to the negative boundaries of the page?
Yeah- better make sure you can figure that.
Count the linings of my lips:
wanna make sure they match those that'd number a smile.
For after all, who else will lead you to your exile?
Count your way through life the way I tell you to do so,
because I am the decision-maker of your pathway-- you stop, grow, and steer on my sayso.
"But teacher, teacher, if I don't assent to your tactics, why may I not tell you?"
Because sheer courtesy and precedent directs us not to.