Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay

The show is funny, shocking and at times touching and thought-provoking. i like this poem Kumar wrote


I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all thats good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign

I wish instead that I were a nine
For nine could solve this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality
The sad irrationality

But lark!
What is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by

Together now we multiply
And form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our moral bonds
And with a wave from our magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed