Life of An Atom

Day in and day out, white coated lab rats try chopping me into smaller and smaller pieces as if I was no more significant than a carrot or an onion. Enough, already. But there’s more. Those irrational humans throw piles of money at Elongated underground tunnels for the sole purpose Of smashing me into nano-somethings. I could think of better ways to spend a Sunday. When those “geniuses” get bored with trying to split me, They attach little circular imposters together with pins. Why they revel in their intelligence by playing With clown noses is beyond me. To be born an atom is exhausting, But I’ll outlast every one of Those meddling humans. You’ll see!