Math

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Oh math, I hate you so much

You're my one and only, actual crutch

I work my fingers to the bone

Yet them equations never flow!

Square root this, rationalize that

Your about as stupid as a half beaten cat

Yet I work with you more, everyday

Hoping in my brain, it might just pay

But now my bank is running low

And I'm about to chuck this portfolio

Darn you math, why must you be tough!

Im a gentle man! Definately not rough

I fell my brain slipping out my ears

along with the knowledge of my years

Oh math, wont you just go away,

or maybe just make yourself easy to say

In the words humans understand

or maybe even the common caveman

For my brain is sore

I can't take no more

and now, I'm walkin

out

that

DOOR!!

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