When deadlines loom that caffeine zoom’s
A boon, but when your tummy’s sore
Your coffee still can’t drink itself
So what the hell is science for?
Because, of course, it’s up to me, I say:
That isn’t music, that’s just noise with words.
Music is the thing musicians play,
Or Nature, like with waterfalls or birds.
Because it’s up to me, I’ll make this clear:
Your so-called “god” is just a made-up tale.
The real God — mine — inspires faith and fear,
And tells us what it’s like inside a whale.
It’s up to me to tell you what is good,
And so it’s good for you I’m glad to share
My perfect grasp of how a person should
Behave; such generosity is rare.
It’s up to me to tell you how to act,
Except in science class. A fact’s a fact.
Sound waves travel well in water.
That’s a science fact you oughter
Share. Nobody near to tell?
Just duck your head and give a yell!
Belief in science
Isn’t a requirement
That’s kind of the point
Repeated passive heating
Counteracts effects of eating
If you bathe without repeating
Though, the act is self-defeating
Tell me what you want from me
In language I can understand.
I’m filled with curiosity:
Is your wish really my command?
When Japan’s Yoshinori Ohsumi
Won the Medical Nobel, it threw me:
Is vaguely obscening
In Greek. Am I prudish? So sue me.