Aww, it's an emo poem...

This poem is called "The Square Root of Three", written by David Feinberg. It was featured in the movie "Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay", but I haven't seen the movie. Nor do I plan to, but anyway. Enjoy the poem! :)

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 1.7321

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

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed