Doing My Math Homework Is Alot Like Smoking Dope.

Doing my math homework is alot like smoking dope.
I calculate m times x plus b and something to do with slope.
I re-stack fractions until no integer princess could feel a pea.
My mind thinks 2, 7x, 29, 4hundred minus 8 million squared and my
brain says "SHUT DOWN."
I follow the onyx fly in the room with my eye and I follow 420
into the calculator.
I watch it 210 and swan dive 70.
7.0 and 70.00 and 69.98 can all be the same if multiple choice is your zong of mathitude.
Doing my math homework keeps me up all night.
I watch the clouds and sing with the sirens
and breathe in the haze.
3.5w=50
Now solve for, WHY?!
I pack Texas Institute with the radius of the area of space between l, location, and time.
Calculators shit decimals like burning ashes, running cool and dusting the lines of my face.
I hate Pi, and would rather have cake.
(Marie Antoinette would not have fed her country Pi.)
To do my math homework is to uncork my cranium
and release thoughts in the form of "real numbers."
To do my math homework is to claw aggressively at a blackboard
..how do you use a carb? and "it's from mexico."
Using a pencil is asking for trouble.
(A pencil without lead is like a lighter without lighter fluid.)
No formulas means No Papers.
Need location x to fill with variherbals.