An hour
with my maths teacher.
I was too tired for maths
(but then I always am.)
We went through the paper
I had so dutifully answered
just a few hours hence –
but my pride withered and
maths won the whole war;
(leaving me crying in
flooded toilets, suffocating
on soggy tissue paper.)

(Written on 16th about the 14/05/08)