a mediocre dreamer

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 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! Just what is this I see
Another square root of a three

Is quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
And 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

-kumar patel, of harold & kumar.