23.7.03

Staring at the Specialist Maths assignment
Due to be handed in during the double lesson after lunch tomorrow
The time to that moment ticks by in rhythm to the throbs pulsating in my head
The words, structured in plain simple english
Look so innocent in their black and white print
Yet stringed together form terms of no meaning
Determine the maximal set X???

Only the second night back at school
And already the maths is wearing me down
Why wasn't I given a brain that thinks in integers, equations and sets?
Then maybe I won't have to sit under the sicky yellow glow of the lamp
And gradually lose all sensation in my thighs
As the blood slowly drains out
In fear of being expel out in exasperation

I shall tap into my talents when dawn breaks tomorrow
and copy like the best artists do.