Father
Back before the before time
I didn't even have a dime
And I thought it was a crime
I didn't realize how sublime
It would be for me to climb
Up out of the existential slime
I had to realize how far I had sunk
Into the subliminal funk
Because of my obligatory spunk
And had to realize I had shrunk
Into the almighty forever junk
Only one person could save me
And everyone could agree
That it was he
My father.
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
