Square Root Three

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic

I know I will never see the sun
As 1.7321
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality
When hark, just what is this I see?

Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

-Harold & Kumar, Escape From Guantanamo Bay-

Saturday, November 22, 2008

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