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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