Lazy Scientists Do Not Think Normatively

Fragrant is this nourishing soil,
sweet are these golden carrots,
that lay bare after a day of toil,
marked by the hares and parrots.

Alas, swift is the farmer boy,
whose burns seem rather faint,
when the hands of a defeated ploy,
are caught in muddy paint.

Set is this trial for justice,
hearing both truth and beauty,
freedom is our common premise,
so who bears the burden of duty?

‘The thieves, of course!’ yells the boy,
clear as the rightful moonlight;
is there more to be said,
if wrong is to be cut from right?

The parrots defend their ground:
‘the allures were far too strong!’
So the boy has himself now found,
charged of being very wrong!

Disbanded is the headless crowd,
revealing the stupefied hares,
to none but the nebulous clouds,
where the parrots repeat their errs.

Published in: on 24/08/2018 at 10:26 PM  Leave a Comment