AN UNIDENTIFIED STUDENT VENTS HIS OR HER SPLEEN ABOUT MATHEMATICS ON A CHURCH ST. LAMP POST

D for Dummy
D for Dunce
D for Dolt
The judgmental sneer
of my classmates. The
glare of isolation. The
incessant droning of the teacher. And why?
Because those
multiples of seven
and beyond were out of
my grasp. The bane of
my existence was
math, f***ing math.
But I wasn’t going to let
it get to me, not this
time. I’d wear that hat
with pride
D for Dexterity
D for Delightful
D for Daring.
That cap would be my
crown. The stool to be
my throne. The math
room my kingdom.
THE KING OF THE
LAND OF D.
Bow down and worship
oh ye lowly toilers of
numbers. Let your
gaze fall upon this
grand visage and
marvel at the total lack
of mathematical
mastery!
Disrespect this King
and He will smite thee
down. Fear not if ye
are true and kind for
the King is merciful
and just.
The King is Alive
The King is Alive
Long Live The King.

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