Oh math,
The language of the devils,
The torment you cause,
The time you waste,
Why did you have to be invented?
I really do hate you.
Oh geometry,
You are by far the worst, if you know what I mean,
What use do you have in this world?
We don’t use you when we go grocery shopping,
Or go walking down the street,
We don’t see kites as having two adjacent sides,
Or the diagonals being perpendicular,
We think of them toys being flown in the sky,
But then why must we learn the properties when life does not require?
I really do hate you.
Oh algebra,
Simple math is all we need,
Three plus five,
Or ten times three
Why make life more complex when sweet and simple is the motive we all strive for?
The unknown “x” or the missing variables,
I really do hate you.
Oh word problems,
In metaphorical language,
You are a parasitic worm,
Infesting the insides of my skin,
Only to be solved by the remedy of knowledge,
Incompetent minds of math failures are never supplied with that mastery,
So then how can we find a solution to the impossible?
I really do hate you.
Oh functions,
Transformations, shifts, rotations,
Trying to remember all the rules,
When I’m reminded by the fact that none are used in life,
There I sit in stupefaction,
Distracted by the x’s and y’s that seem to be charging towards me with torches and pitchforks,
Screaming at me, “why don’t you get me?”
I really do hate you.
Oh math,
A foreign language,
I do not want to learn,
Why do you hold me hostage in your evil game?
I really do hate you.
HATE.
HATE.
HATE.
YOU.
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All the hatred of math was trapped inside of me, and while I was writing this poem, I let my emotions pour out and spill onto the paper. It was fairly easy writing this poem because I simply wrote what my mind was thinking. I could literally feel the hate burning through my veins as I was writing. Coincidentally, I was studying for the math test at the time of writing this poem, so ideas flowed even more better to my head.

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