Spitting Words

You are worse than an asymptote.

Approaching, approaching, approaching,

Then as a sudden shift in piecemeal function sharply 

jumping further and further away from the goal.

You delete L'Hôpital and every other

person who favor concise problem solving 

over confusing and confounding processes,

and you trample 

their shortcuts until you can pretend they never existed

You devise sets upon sets 

of undefined equations 

to define your ability 

to solve problems.

Using imaginary numbers 

to dissect what is very real 

to everyone else.

Undermining is your own world:

A fantasy made of wants in the fourth derivative

You subtract and subtract and subtract 

and subtract until the difference yields no remainder, 

then you subtract again, 

miserable 

because some person has made the equation 

unbalanced by decreasing the value.