To be a comrade in the war on equations, one needs stealth. Patience. Forbearance. And a determination to avenge.
Burn. Bombard. Blaspheme.
Alternating between machete and machine gun, creep up on the long baffling rows of numbers, draw yourself to full height and attack. Pound entire magazines of bullets into the curves of figures, shred symbols with venom, tear through mazes of graphs, rhombi and trapeziums, blasting, blowing apart, uncorking rivers of blood.
Wreak. Havoc.
Rip through logic, plug your ears to the screams, take down as many permutations as you can, hand glide from supertext, applaud the martyrs, put on a show of madness and impatience and flagrant contempt of what is.
Vent. Your. Rage.
Innards will splatter your dark bodysuit, your head furiously churning under the hardness of a tea-colored helmet, blown-up bits and bobs oozing dark liquids and tightly-coiled secrets, your boots crunching out the last of life as we know it in a supposed string of sense, that most despicable of creatures, that heinous crime, that assuredly unpardonable of all sins,
a mathematics equation.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
As someone who loves herself some numbers, I wonder if it would be blasphemous to claim to love this post :). Reminds me of a newspaper article/ post titled ‘Weapons of Math Destruction’ that I’d read, a long time ago.
It’s one thing for beauty/ sadness etc to inspire such beautiful writing, but math equations? This one must be a first.
Roxana: Let’s just put the inspiration for this one down to varied life experiences, shall we? 😉
That is one strongly worded post!!!!
dipali55: Now you know how I feel. 🙂
Saw this on FB and thought of you!
Dear Math, I am not a therapist. Solve your own problems
dipali55: 😆 Love it! (Erm, except that I am one. But Math doesn’t need to know that, right? 😉 )
I was tempted to use some expletives
To match OJ’s adjectives
But’ve changed my mind
‘Cos am way behind
Shall stick to the basic objectives!
Aunty G: Good idea, Aunty G,
Leave those expletives to me
The homegrown sort
Pips those store-bought
And they come for free!