Occam Is A Moron Poem by Gary Diamond

What did he ever have, this repulsive idiot.
We have now a stupid portrait
And a banal little saying
Wicked and vipor tougued.
Self-indulgent and nothing but a yawn.

What was it this supposed genius said
What immortalised such a myth.
It was that the simplest solution is usually the right one.

Really?
Don't you think the baby of barely a year knows that?
When did genius come down to stating the obvious
The simple notions of a deluded self-concious.
This man must be a moron.

Even in his immortal phrase
Was the doubt of the matter easily stated.
If there is this much doubt in one simple sentence
Then the simplest solution
Is to ignore the whole thing.

We, as a people, love to believe that everything is able to be labelled.
Able to be easily and remotely defined by the council of our choosing.
Giving back to us the glib and the dull
If we tune in
If we suddenly desire to hear it.

Occam, you fool, what else of yours was worth knowing?
If this is the extent of your revelation, better to leave you outside
Naked. When it is snowing.

Dull.
Too dull for another word
For dull.
Occam you moron.
In this life we walk
Breathe
Bear
Endure, sometimes willingly.
Why should your tract make the smallest of differences?