Just Giving

I’m giving my body to science
No hearse will take me away
There’ll be no morbid funeral
Nor hefty costs to pay
I’m giving my body to science
To be dismantled bit by bit
Prodded and poked systematically
In a bid to keep you fit
I’m giving my body to science
The ultimate donation
I’m finally going to uni
To fulfil my true vocation

Photo credit: Memorial at Cardiff University

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No Matter (The Sock Song)

Williamleeone asked: “Have you seen my sock?”

I reply with the lyrics of a song I wrote a couple of years ago for a prompt, “Science”. I’ve never given it a chorus, and I’ll let the reader decide if it stands alone as a poem.

Matter doesn’t matter much to me
I’d rather look at stuff that I can’t see
And whilst this may seem like a paradox
It could explain what happened to my socks

Everything is in superposition
Neither here nor there until volition
And when you look it all snaps into place
Instead of hanging out in outer space

Nothing is the matter you might think
Your table, chairs, your cooker, kitchen sink
Empty space, mostly, all of that
Even you, your dog, your hamster, cat

Some days, when I choose to entertain
Assuming that my guests have half a brain
I’ll feed their minds with Schrödinger and Bohr
Until their fascination cries out, “More! More! More!”

And then I’ll pull out my best parlour game
Plancking – but it might not be the same
As lying down all flat like a beached whale
It’s similar, but on a smaller scale

Much, much smaller than the eye can see
But matter not, that’s how it’s meant to be
I do like thinking right outside the box
And it helps a little when I lose my socks
Yes, it helps a little when I lose my socks

Featured image: Me and the Poetic Moose busking at The Art House, 2013.

Disclaimer: I am not a scientist.