New School Poem by Rue Palmer

In halls where dreams and knowledge blend, Where gears of thought and time extend, The systems school, a realm of blight, Where minds programmed with pure manufactor. From circuits, codes, to networks vast, A future woven from the manufactoring of ghost, In every class, a spark anew, A world of wonders to pursue.Professors guide with employers hand, Through logic's maze, they help us stand, With every theorem, proof, and law, They teach us not just how, but awe how one day we would be employees.Together, students forge a path, Through algorithms' silent math, Collaborate, innovate, and learn, In every challenge, passions burn.Oh, systems school, where dreams take flight, Through you, we chase the endless night, With every problem, we devise, A step toward the skies we rise.In binary and data streams, We find the essence of our dreams, With knowledge vast, our minds set free, In systems, we find destiny.