And now, O vile math,
You shall feel my wrath
For I have conquered you
And sent you into the blue
Of checkmate
You thought you could beat me
Frustrate and defeat me
But that did not fly
For you thought not that I
Could think
And know
And figure
This, then, led to your doom
So now, math, go to your room
And think about what you have done:
Perplexed many a one
Who, like me
Figured you out
- me (xenolai) 2003