If
If I shave with Occam’s razor
I will only grow a gross beard;
And all my scientific friends
Will think that I am truly weird.
If I want a small feline pet,
Should I adopt Schrodinger’s cat?
Will its fur be real, soft, and smooth;
Or will I only think it so?
If life, Darwin wrote, rose random,
And that is how I came to be,
If I sought to recreate me
Would I find that I had no chance?
If I find Yogi’s fork, in road,
And take it to get dirty rice
Would I find a place so busy
Nobody goes there anymore?
If I saw a Mobius strip
At a past midnight burlesque show
I’d see each curve, inside and out
‘Til my dazed mind went off the edge.
If I race up Max Escher’s stairs,
On his twisted angular trail,
In search of Babel’s pinnacle,
Will I ever reach his roof top?
If I muse, did Thinker find love
In the Venus de Milo’s arms
Before Rodin cast his great mind
Into a nude body of bronze?
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2018
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