Mathematics.
It flies without giving a shit,
To those who resent it and quit
But not to those who work with it with grit.
A subject whose truths reign freely,
Unchained by the limitations of reality.
Mathematics, the purest of the pure,
Is unlike our world so tainted by the impure.
Its truths stand even the strongest of storms.
Instead, they storm through everything unharmed.
They lie, by the graveyard of falsified ideas unscathed.
They do not tremble when by sword it is slashed.
Mathematics is the simplest of all the sciences,
From a few axioms come the theorems of transcendenceness.
While other disciplines, through fancy tools discover with faultiness,
Mathematics only requires pen and paper to state its assertiveness.