Biochemistry

All the carbs and the fats are wrecking my nerves,
Man! Who even cares about the pyloric curves?

About how they secrete the digestive juice
To absorb the food and to throw out the douche?

And talk about their names! Bro dont even get me started
You know you threw out a NO2 and Sulfur when you farted?

Did I just say fart? Son! It's now called a flatulence.
Now take this book and read about its formation and the catalysts!

All the magic words just emulsify like glycoseaminoglycans
Whats next? Should I start reading about warewolves and lycans?

Well whatever happens! Let's just read with a neck pain
*opens the book * Now whats this name again?

'Cyclopentanoperhydrophenanthrene '??!!
*shuts the book*Man! Fuck it! Biochemistry is just not my thing

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