No Science Fanatics Poem by John Sensele

Thoughts grew wings, thoughts ran rings
Unseen by a naked eye
Swept clean by a lean heart that brings
Joy ensconced in a blue lie
Pricked open by a spy
Caught up in the miasma of global politics
That in the main cry
For want of fairness in applicable pragmatics.

Thoughts threw tantrums, thoughts skewed slings
That elected not to die
Because thoughts being Spartan need few things
Than a spruced up pie
Under a blue sky
Hovering over nerds who devour Mathematics
In which a fair die
At all costs refuses to delve in gymnastics.

Thoughts became organic and loathed flings
Which flew high
Beyond the reach of archers with springs
Which no impecunious man could buy
After computing the cost of pi
In elementary, intermediate and advanced Genetics
Which a bevy of minds try
To study and fail cos they're not science fanatics.