Harold and Kumar Escape Guantamano Bay

With access or harmful exposure to so much media, I forget sometimes, that everything I watch is someone's beautifully crafted little baby, where they've marked and placed their stamp and their life perspective.. A classic c bordering d class movie for me is still someone's labour of love, and probably the first and last thing they wanted to say on a platform for the world to hear...

Maybe not. Too dramatic. Maybe I just enjoy corny little poems that come packaged in corny little movies... Maybe I see a lot of my own fears or concerns in this and I'm just tickled that someone, somewhere, feels the same way and managed to escape the fear and Guantamano Bay.

I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root 3

A 3 is all that's good and right

Why must my 3 keep out of sight,

Beneath the vicious square root sign

I wish I were instead a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick

With just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sum as

1.7321

Such is my reality

A sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see

Another square root of a 3

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

And with a wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

And love for me has been renewed