Ode to My Math Textbook
Hidden in between these
Rough, scratched
Evil
Hardcovers
Within these
Inked, smudged
Malicious
Pages
There lies a barbarous universe
Filled with never-ending galaxies of
Vicious numbers
Merciless variables
Heinous equations
They bring long nights of
Laments
Forehead smacking, and
“Why!”s
Flipping through these pages,
Struggling to find the solutions,
Is like attempting to swim through
Heavy
Solid
And forceful
Currents,
Fighting to take just one breath.
Just one.
It’s like
Trying to dive to the bottom of a seemingly bottomless ocean —
How atrocious.
Absolutely sadistic.
190 days of the year
3 hours every day
60 minutes per hour
60 seconds in a minute
How many torturous seconds every year,
Is spent in these excruciating pages?
Go ahead,
Calculate it.
This math textbook’s
Brutal
Monstrous, and
Agonizing questions
Have me bleeding
Screaming
Dying
These villainous and wicked problems,
That are enveloped in these worn-out sheets,
Have me begging so, so, hard
For mercy.
Oh. Wait.
Whoops.
I forgot that at the back of this textbook,
There is a answer key.
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