In Math Class... Again

(Day 5: A Plus Poem)
Won't someone stop her talking
because sleep is slowly stalking
and I've reached the end of caring
for algebraic thought.

She stands in front of whiteboard
not realizing we're all bored,
squawking her marker ever forward
into the deep and dark mind rot.

I've fallen in and out for hours;
I've lost all my super powers.
I should take lots of cold showers
because I'm not feeling hot.

Then, she finally ends her barrage
of quotients, dividends, and average,
and bespeaks her old adage:
Subtract and plus not.


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