poem po galing sa Harold and Kumar 2: Escape from Guantanamo Bay

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Square Root of Three
by Kumar


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 is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! 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.

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ouch.. nose bleed ako.. napa-compute pa ako doon ah..