You’re up at the white board again

Diet coke drinking and deriving

Because your Calculus

Is a class on the edge.

Yes, we know.

We can bet our mother function on it.

 

Oh,

I’m sorry.

Let me rephrase my  language

Much like the problems you throw

That turned numbers

Turned letters turned numbers

On white on black on white

Until everything is bleeding

Out of my head and leaving

Bright red stains on the paper

In the shape of “X”s.

 

There’s just one thing

I don’t understand,

Besides the different

Mixes of x and y prime.

 

Why are you paying a good amount time

For half a broken girl

That can only spit out half decent rhymes?

You can’t expect a formula from me

Cause I’ve seen what happens

When you try to plug things into life

You see, 2 + 2 doesn’t equal

 4 more chances

So why

Do you insist on recalculations?

 

I’ve told you that

There’s only going to be

One right answer,

So take a left

And tell me that I’m wrong

I’m use to people

Giving up on me

Like how to numerically

Write the value of e

Or Pi

Because I’m the type of person

You just can’t take whole

So be rational and stop.

 

But you keep going on

Unashamed to be ashamed

While you rap about the chain rule

And how many sets of them

Our textbooks wear.

 

I guess I can only

Say one thing

To the teacher

Whose subject I hate to see

Thank you

For not abandoning me.