If you haven't read my poem "Problem," you should probably read that before going on to this one. This is almost a continuation, though it's differently formatted.

And what did it gain you,

this ancient method? This

tempter this

rule-breaker this

murderer this

mistake-maker . . .

this serpent in your garden

of A’s?

.

And didn’t you miss

that problem anyway? That

liar that

truthless that

idiot that

ruthless . . .

that problem who lives up

to its name?

.

And where does that leave me,

your discarded method? Your

friend your

solution your

comrade your

Confucian . . .

have I become a martyr for my faith

in myself?

.

Signed,

Matrix