The Final Exam

This poem is in blues format. Commentary is much appreciated!! You really make my head spin. Yeah, you really make my head spin. All your confusions, well, they should be a sin. Our conversations are like mathematical equations. So sad, like mathematical equations. Your voice, my brain, it's like an evasion. I thought I was good at math. Yeah, I thought I was good at math. But passing you, the quiz, isn't in my path.