I wrote this in on a school computer instead of going to lunch today. And... that's really all that I have to say about it

Vehemently warned about statistics,

Took advantage of my dalliance,

And left me for dead in a puddle

Of my own bitter contrition.

A fanatic in the field of cleansing,

The coup de grâce, in his eyes,

Appeared benign and generous.

My turbulent conscience ran counter

To such a nefarious theory.

More sour words of gratitude

Had never before departed from my lips

I don't know why he chose me