The Researcher
In a dark and unkempt room,
Dust and cobwebs, devoid of broom.
I see a dwarf, nose long and thin,
Scratching so hard on his hairy chin.
The dim light seems to hide his task,
You may have wondered and just wanted to ask.
What is it that made me curious?
Well I’ll swear on my life,
This man’s seeking the spurious.
Watching him flitting back and forth,
A glean within his eye,
He’s peering through a microscope
They’ll now be saved, not die.
Curiosity for man is such a thing,
The heart of discovery and the brains main spring.
You never know from the thoughts that spring.
What destructive solutions or healings they’ll bring.
But for the researcher,
Many more would be dead,
Just imagine, its thanks to his head.
- Prince Freakasso (Artist & Poet)
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