some men die under mountains just looking for gold
some die looking for a hand to hold

Square Root of Three by David Feinburg

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

umi keeps trying to be sweet by caressing my face etc but her nails are sf long that they are hurting me/ getting caught in my clothes and her grooming appointment was rescheduled for next sunday fml