I Hate you so much, br You make me sick, br Your Hard to Understand, br Your numbers confuse me, br Your riddles are Complicated, br I almost failed you, br You fry my brian, br You make me frusterated, br You give me a headache, br I want to rip You to shreds, br To Burn you with fire, br And do you no more, br I hate you math and all you stand for! ! ! br br br MY COMMENTS: br br A sad excuse for a poem, I know, but this is one of the only non-cryptic, non-serious, poems I have. I had to post it. This is about 4 years old.br br Emily E.