Anti-Ode to Math

Math,

Oh how I despise you.

how numbers mix with the alphabet,

how equations mix with a graph

or a scalene triangle--

only sends me spiraling

into utter confusion.

 

You're like a stink

I never want to have in my nose.

 

A pain in my neck

that will never go away.

 

An annoying kid in class

who will never shut up.

 

Adding and subtracting

will always equal growing pain.

 

Whereas multiplication and division

will equal running subsequent

a long day of work.

 

And equations equate to nothing less

than climbing Mt. Everest.

 

I understand

that you probably already know

but I'll reiterate it once again,

I hate you math!

 

And

I will not,

nor will I ever,

be happy about finding your lovely X.

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