Math Class
Date: Wednesday, 3rd August 2011 @ 11:45:53 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: julesxo

Math is a painful, stiff exercise

Built on a series of theories and lies.

The mess of black scribbles could make anyone blind

It sucks up your soul and screws with your mind.

In math, imagination no longer applies

Soon, it will lead to our world’s demise.

The obscure little symbols will swim ‘round your brain

While tears of frustration stain notebooks like rain.

Greek letters join hands with numbers and signs

And dance on my page in orderly lines.

The bell rings and saves me from my dull reverie

I gather my books up and rapidly flee.

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