Tuesday, August 12, 2008

a nerd's love confession

Watching the crazy antics of Harold & Kumar has always sent me rolling on the floor.  But the poster boys of stoners, like everyone else, aren't immune to love.

I fear 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 1.72321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has 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

1 comment:

marcqui said...

Haha!! Nice Chai!! Where did you dig up Kumar's poem??? Hehe! Astig! Kumar, my poet idol!! haha!!