Algebra, Act II

The clock is so slow,
I can feel my hair grow.
If time can't be more kind,
I fear I'll start to lose my mind.
If this class doesn't end soon,
Slowly, I'll become a loon!
As the minute hand starts to move,
I feel my mental state improve.
Just as the first ding is done,
I grab my things and start to run.
Finally out of that horrid math place,
I clear my mind and get some needed space.
Algebra, how you make my mind implore,
Like a lost boat, far away from shore.
I wish with you I could just be done,
Unfortunately, my homework assignment, I haven't even begun.

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