A Lonely Root Three

I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root 3 (three)

A 3 is all that's good and right

Why must my 3 keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign

I wish instead I were a 9 (nine)

For 9 could thwart this evil trick

With just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun

As 1.7321 (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

Has quietly come waltzing by

Together now we multiply

Form a number we prefer

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from out mortal bonds

And with a wave of magic wands

Our square root sign become unglued

And love for me has been renewed

I am not a poet, it's from Harold & Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay

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