Originally Posted by Judex:
The Square Root of Three*
by Dave Feinberg
I fear that I will always be
a lonely number like root 3
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’ll never see the sun
as one point seven three two one
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality
When Hark!
What is this I see?
Another square root of a 3
does 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
*e recitata intr-o secventa din filmul Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, asa am aflat si eu de existenta acestei poezii.
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O ador!!!