The square root of three

I’m sure 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

As 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

- Dave Feinberg

Do not go before you turn off that light

Poor men should burn and rave at close of day

Rage, rage energy wasting through the night

Wise men should know that going green is right

Because their noble actions always say,

Do not go before you turn off that light.

Leave them on and you think it is alright.

The electric bill arrives in dismay

Rage, rage energy wasting through the night

Your wallet weeps at the ongoing plight

Up the stairs you already know the way.

Do not go before you turn off that light

So you, I hope resist this ending blight

Sitting in this dark room alone I pray,

Do not go before you turn off that light

Rage, rage energy wasting through the night