Sometimes I get bored in math class. When I get bored, I write poetry. When I also have to study for a test, I write poetry about math....
look for the setting sun,
drawn in red marker
stark against the white
of the board,
watch that you don't cross beneath the
waves cast in the same red ink
and enter the domain of the leviathan -
which we arbitrarily define so that the
arc is a function -
Take a sip from a wine glass filled with
a radian - t liquid,
watch it doesn't spill when you shift and stretch - ripping it away
from its prescribed borders according to the "d a b c"s
Inverse, arc, secant, cosine - they're all the same to me.
All a wretched mix of graphs and angles
TAUNTING me with a poisonous liqueur...
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