By Alice O’Donnell
It is indeed an atrocity that some Arts classes are held in the Engineering Block,
For why have some, if not all?
Arts is the nursery of future cell walls,
For those whose sole contribution to society will be to call in the Dole.
For the ones who sit and dream and dance into oblivion quietly
Oblivious to the calls of society.
No, an arts degree is the deity of wasters
A simple waste of paper.
Engineering – now there’s a degree.
For those that create keys to the future
Suturing seas to land and planets to earth
Worth every cent of government subsidies
Seizing possibilities as they cure technological diseases,
Keeping at bay the day humanity ceases,
And crumbles into a million separate pieces.
So tell me,
What can an Arts Degree do like that?
Who needs stories and dreams
Histories and geographies
What’s the point in remembering the past
When a robot can do it just as fast.
No, just do the best thing,
And move all Arts students to engineering.
