I was taught to provide answers
In this orbiting world of simplified problems
Yet a murderous miscalculation seeped through my ears
A chuckle
For the thirteen ways
In which x may equal death
A mythical solution
To the never-ending mathematics of life
So I stood perpendicular to my fears
Acknowledging what left a hole at value 7
Yet to them my solutions were nothing but
Extraneous
My order of operations labeled unproductive
For to this day i am not real
They mock my equations for their greater slopes
Denying that as their end behaviors soar infinitely
I sink negatively
My value decreasing
They are entertained
Since their planes lack these points