random headthoughts

and here we are, waiting inside this internet cafe to fill in our study card for this semester. it's so FRUSTRATING!

The Square Root of Three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the 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 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed




An awesome poem by Dave Feinberg! I fell in love since the first time I heard it on 'Harold and Kumar - Escape From The Guantanamo Bay'. Enjoy.. :)