Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Harold and Kumar

This is by far, one of my favorite poems yet.

"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 3 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 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see?
Another square root of 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 have come unglued.
Your love for me has been renewed."

I wish that I had the creativity to write something so expressive and so meaningful.

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