I Found That Math Is Bad (?) Poem by Joe Napolitano

Distinct domain on the cusp of a discrete convex coordinate plane.

Calling into del operator, is this making sense?
My head is spinning; I'm in need of my horizontal shrink.

I'm pretty sure it was Mrs. Barlow who told me
the nth partial sum was the outcome that I wasn't able to run from.

Or maybe it was that I am a scatterplot bum,
who drinks cheap rum and the sum of my equation
will always be none.

X-Intercepts Y who intercepts the other variable, I think it was Z or whoever's next.

The x-y plane does nothing but complain, while the y-z lied to me,
resulting in my failure of my 9th grade Math entrance exam. (I got a 33) .

Whole numbers work their way wholeheartedly into my Bank of America account, where I look hoping to see a vertical stretch. Instead I see only twin primes are left.

11 dollars to my name, I should have listened to Mrs. Battey discouraging me from thinking math was lame.

Now out of money and looking for work, my greatest common factor is that I can be a linear fit in any company identity.

If then, well, if and only if I trust the gambling odds of me being hired by Googol and working in their Googolplex, will I ever be able to ellipse my 5th grade math teacher's expectations for me that were empty set.

I will not say that she was rude when she told me that I would add up to nothing, I'll only label her as an arithmetic mean.

Her words acted as a constant, motivating conditional hypothesis that I set out to prove wrong.

And if she has any ifs, ands, or buts about my major arc of intelligence. I ‘d be happy to challenge her to a game of circumscribable, run her through some triangle similarity tests or have her watch me explain SOHCAHTOA to my friends Rob and Noah.