Numbers and me never had a chemistry
They seemed to me futile
As long as I could count my change.
Math was an eon a mile,
The struggle was all so strange.

The crowd talked books
While I counted sheep!
mindlessly scribbling with dazed gazes
what loked like tribal motifs
I sketched rhym till I fell asleep.

Sheets full of red and rude remark,
The truth beckoned to be embraced
it came out so bitter and stark.
Damn 'em numbers, equations, trignometry
you need no counting to spew poetry!

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