Some people say that life's a test
And living will be scored
That after dying you'll receive
Your very own reward
But if God knows all there is to know
He knows the outcome now
And all our trials and troubles
Are meaningless somehow
For life to have a meaning
It must by us be made
And not lived as a contest
To gain a passing grade
Time marches on
I've heard it said
Until one day you wind up dead
There are days
At least for me
I wish that time would stop for tea
Iron's symbol is Fe
Sodium Na
Silver hides behind Ag
Potassium is K
The periodic table
Mendeleev's grand design
Labels all the elements
And puts them in a line
The number of their protons
Dictates where they should be
And when the numbers all were placed
The phycisists could see
Hidden in the numbers
In patterns strange but true
The reasons why the atoms rage
And romance as they do
The tiger's paws
Conceal his claws
And all because
He's quiet
You'll pat his dead
And end up shred
So don't be led
To try it
All of us are tumbling from a precipice unknown
To a hidden mist-filled valley far below,
All our desparate struggles will not serve to keep us safe
We cannot turn around, nor may we slow
But while we may be falling we may turn ourselves just so
And those who watch our subtle grace enthrall,
Straining every limb but with laughter in our eyes
We delight in making beauty of the fall
The forest in the Amazon
Is disappearing now
At eighty thousand football fields a day!
What I want to know is
Who are all these folk
Who need so many fields on which to play?
What's with navel oranges?
I mean, how can that be?
They aren't members in good standing
Of the mammal family
Only mammals can have navels
And furry skin to boot,
I'm not sharing navels
With some stupid little fruit
Wear your navel as a badge of pride,
Placental mammals rise!
I'll eat that stupid orange
And make sure that he dies!
The bee is really quite contrary
And if your tread should be unwary
Then blinding pain shall surely come
As he stabs you with his pointy bum
But nature can be very cruel
And it seems to be the rule
That pulling out his wretched sting
He kills himself! Poor little thing!
Circles are exclusivist
And by their twisted skin
They separate the plain into
Without, and what's within
You might think that's reasonable
But not from where I am,
Stuck here on the outside
Of a damn Venn diagram!
I wonder if the Buddhist
Doing carpentry
Accidentally hitting thumb
Says “Jesus Christ!' like me?
I wonder why the people
Who think this world is sickly
And long for heaven's golden realms
Aren't keen to get there quickly?
I wonder why religion
Considers sex a sin?
If sex was a requirement
They'd get more people in.
I wonder why the sciences
Are anathema for some?
What kind of god makes virtue
Out of being dumb?
I wonder why God is thought
A cosmic male parent?
Any penis that He has
Would surely be transparent!
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