Try not to be diminished

I like to do math
 It puts me back
 On that evil left handed path
 For what is math
 That Wicked art
 Which reduces all to that
 Numeric flow chart
 It sets one and one apart
 Ripped from each other
 With a cold math heart
 And joins together randoms
 Thereby forced to work in tandem
 For the sake of the equation
 Where the means justify the ends
 On paper everything’s good and right
 For no one cares of the numbers plight.

Originally published at David Raffin.