The lonely 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'll never see the sun as 1.7321
such as 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.
A beautiful poem found out from an crazy and fking funny movie. Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay (2008). This is damn stupid movie and hamsap also. The point is, out of the sudden a romantic poem chill me while amaze me. I said, WTF why this kind of lovely poem will come out from such movie. The poem is really amazing, as a Engineer which math is our second life.
Just recently i rmb this poem and go search for the author. I found out David Feinberg which is a Mathematician and a humour author. Another great point is, he is gay and tested HIV positive. The fact disturb my like to the poem, cos is the root 3... A 3, like a butt.
I know I'll never see the sun as 1.7321, such as my reality A sad irrationality. A sad line from the poem which shows that he is writing it in his own point of view. Gay, which is near to abnormal and most of the society doesnt acknowledge it. Follow with the poem, later he found and root 3, another butt, then happy ever after.
Actually i shouldnt think like this, is a great poem, gay love also is true love. Who care 3 or 4 or 5. At the end, root 3 is just a number and similarly, we are just human being.
