Out of the day that smothers me,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thick as a wall from brick to brick,
I curse whatever person may be
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For creating a math textbook this thick.

In the fell clutch of math circumstance
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I have both winced and cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My brain has gone ****** and has bowed.

Beyond this place of pain and tears
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looms but the freedom of the shade,
And yet the menace of the math entering my ears
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finds and shall find me afraid.

It matters not the angle of the gate,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How charged with questions the scroll,
I am not the master of my fate,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Math is the captain of my soul.