Sometimes I Can Be Such A Idiotic Romantic Fuck!!

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 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!
What is this I see,
Another square root of a 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 become unglued.

Your love for me has been renewed.

-David Feinberg