The Calculation Monster
I found a monster in my backpack
And slammed it on the table
Feeling its thick, red covers and pages
Heavy in my hands – a dangerous weight.
Its open cover yawns like an empty mouth,
Showing white, emotionless pages
With text – little damsels trapped
By angry, deceptive demons known as
Numbers. They slither and snake
Around the pages, mutating together,
Forming treacherous pits of X and Y.
The text dies away, and the demons take control,
Leaping off the page,
Onto my pencil,
Into my mind.
They laugh in evil glee as I calculate,
Solving their tiresome riddles time and again
Pointlessly plotting innocent dots in gridpaper cages,
Only to skewer them on wicked lines –
A stick sharpened at both ends
That serves as an offer to the hungry demons,
Who quickly tire of Y's
There: the answer is wrong,
My calculations incorrect,
But I've satiated the monster known as algebra –
At least, for now.