The black figures and lines,
Spidery and sinister,
Float
Before my eyes.
My brain fails
To comprehend;
It has diagnosed itself
Mathematically dyslexic.
I am high on aspirin.
Here's to painkillers!
Here's to shoving my problems away
Into a Pandora's Box!
Never have I felt more inadequate;
Here's to my self esteem!
Here's to my mental health!
Here's to the number illiterate!
I raise my glass of aspirin water to you.

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