21st Century Nearsightedness

The lyrics I stopped looking up

When from it I filled my cup

On bad grammar and bad formatting

And so much platform madhatting

My eyes were ruined by the screen's glare

Called into the dragon's lair

The fruit, my chronic pain

And useless knowledge to gain

For the sake of a dormant, sleeping degree

Filled with so much intellectual filigree

A grade marked not but by my surety

Of a sequence in all of its purity

I've botched my eyes on so much for so little

And made my perception so churlish and brittle