MATH POEM

I think it is rather well known that I never actually do math during math class. This is a very mad poem, but I wasn't even mad when I was writing it. Math just makes me mad, I guess.

You make me wanna kill you dead
Shut up, go away, get outta my head
You're putting me into a downward spiral
Don't touch me, you ass, you're infectious and viral.
I have this pounding ache, this canial pain
You fucking fake, you're giving me a migraine.
I hate your smug snears and false fucking airs
I hate your pierced ears (express from Claires@)
You moronic dipshit loser, get out now
I can't stand it a second longer, you sodding cow
Shut up, go away, get out of my head,
You make me wanna kill you dead.