The Poetic Arithmetic

I fear i woyld always be the lonely number like root three if there is all thats good and right why should my three be out of sight Beneath a vicious square root sign i wishi were the number nine cos nine could cause a single trick with just one simple arithmetic i know i'll never see the sun as 1.7321 such as my reality more to my irretionality our love would always smooth-sailby together now we multiply From a number we oprefer rejiocing like an integer We break free from moral bonds and with the wave of magic wonds our square root signs are all so good and love for me is being renewed.