Fortune Cookie Retold

To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence Or is it the answer posed as a dire request Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player Although goal line technology comes to my mind A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers I know nothing but that I know for sure While writers split hairs Schrödinger’s cat purrs on the track A lightening Bolt rushes to the podium of gold Archimedes shouts Eureka but floats on Delphi’s rubber duck Can’t even wash the grime without fake news Nietzsche declares God a diver dead in ephemeral water A sending off offence but does the referee live While atoms leap in great quantum faith despite human transgression The Little Meermaid rests on a philosopher’s stone Rapunzel’s hair is in truth a mouldy Shakespearean merkin An impotent scorpion stings Romeo’s tail into action Mirror mirror on the wall please mend the crack before I fall Plato’s cave is really a snake pit on the rise And yet all is well in necessary and sufficient argument’s fashion Because when I’m not sure I cannot be wrong To be or not to be: that is here the question (William Shakespeare, Hamlet) 29th January 2020