The Agony of Math
Math
Is a problem
That is here to stay
It will never go away
Like a vermin's ugly kin, it grows
Multiplies and divides into more nasty vermin
Never seeming to disappear
As log as civilization is here
Math
As the days grow
Math will cause many tears to shed
Not only this...
Math will waste lead
Math is like a bad lover
That can never be fed
Never satisfied nor pleased
No amount of diamond rings sold, classes or tutors paid
Nothing can please this terrible monster
The Agony of Math
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