The Number of Math..
Math
Numbers,Numbers,Numbers
They are as time itself.
Long and forever.
You would think number would cure,
but they break.
An obsession of the mind makes Math invisible.
Critical Thinking bah-humbug ebenezer scrooge has his way with words.
Like how grinch stole Christmas. Math is selfish. Numbers are never ending.
They separate the you and me. Math,
who comes up with such a name.
Math the valuables between numbers and money.
Tag team, hand in hand making me “split of my axis.”
HA.
The sun glares and warms my surface.
You numbers are a curse, indeed, indeed.
You give valuables to things,
I didn’t want to know existed.
You miss count yourselves giving me fault information.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
you give me a headache
making my water boil
you are the bearer of bad new.
So math when you told me there were more planets out there, I was disappoint. It was just me and the sun. No evil, No bad. Just Us.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
Just please go Away.
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