M.A.T.H.
by: Marcus Torres
The class we have first
Is packed with math work
I don’t want to see
Like an adverse advert
It gets mad worse as this is packed
With the fact that my back hurts
How am I supposed to get A’s?
With headaches and neck pains
Success rate is dead weight
Math skills sub par and hell waits
I’m far from my best days
Got bars like a cellmate
I’m quite confined and my minds suppressed
I am not a pirate so why would I find the X
I’m distressed
How can I define this mess?
When my patience running shorter than the math acronym
Mental Abuse To Humans happens
When I’m back in class again
That trigonometry
Got me triggered often please
I rather get co-signed
Than learn about cosine
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