No More Roots Squared. I Need a Root-beer.
Why do you have to ruin my life?
Why ask about pie when I can cut it with a knife?
X equals, well you can finish the rest.
Even though I hate it, I’m forced to do my best.
Believe me when I say it’s worse than being possessed.
And seriously, first thing in the morning
Don’t act like you like it; we all know it’s boring.
Why do you think 99.9% of us are snoring
Wait, did I just do…..? NO, I DIDN’T!!!
I don’t care what you say I won’t admit it.
Fine. Indeed it can be helpful.
But I will continue to preach it’s dreadful.
What am I talking about you may ask
That super hard task
We all call math.
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