Rebeca…
of what great is pythagoras?
also, of what utilize is BODMAS?
also, who require ALGEBRA?
unnecessary is Trignometrics…
so why tinker with arithmetic…
With respect to pythagoras…
I don't care for nor bolster
that the crusifixion together
of the square of
adjascent and inverse makes the square of hypotenus.
Furthermore, Rebeca…
concerning BODMAS…
it brings me torment
to see the Addition sign…
for the cross of christ
it reminds me.
Furthermore, the Bracket sign…
helps me to remember grandmother's coffin.
she was to me a dear…
also, to be helped to remember her passing…
such agony… is the same… of christ on the cross.
For Algebra—
a useless bra—
gracious Rebeca—
I don't care for how the conditions included—
albeit quadratic condition is a dear.
In any case, I especially disdain how much pages it squanders…
for pages are all the more dear to me—
also, ought to be yielded for sonnets…
Furthermore, wonderful lines… like that of Peter Benjamin Peter…
who gripes of his infertile jaws…
from which he wish the germination of hair and mustache.
Concerning Trignometrics…
the ascertaining of degrees…
despite the fact that cosine and sine control are valid
What's more, it's valid that sine isolated by cosine makes Tan.
What's more, Sine is the reverse of Cosec,
Cosine the reverse of Sec…
all these are valid.
Be that as it may, I don't accept
that degrees are inside a circle…
for this world is of an alternate shape to me.
On occasion, the earth is pole like,
at the point when life beat me with its pole and hurt me with spikes.
Now and again it's of the state of adoration,
whenever, Rebeca, you demonstrate me cherish.
Arithmetic… Rebeca…
It resembles you…
your laws hurt me…
also, I want to be free…
be that as it may, love you still.
Rebeca… you are a fiction…
arithmetic is fiction…
verse is phrasing… my country.