These are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
He's calling me through a murky sea Sometimes it sounds like three The vocals are not always in key I know that it's never free I put out an appropriate plea To generate a reasonable guarantee
My confidence must lie on a rock Because the minute hand is at Mach I'm probably in for a big shock I'm unable to find a way to unlock The machine complications of the clock Mainly because I'm not one of the flock
What I see is mostly not part of the deal Because it's lightyears away from being real I consult the Sultans of Swing to reveal The cosmic truths of the everlasting wheel I have no way to come up with the surreal Because the real truth is mired in the spiel
I found out what Victoria's Secret is this day It's a goddess that makes poor girls pay So that they never ever display What they imagine they could do everyday There is no perfection that can convey The truth that lies in an everlasting clay
Another calming sketch!
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