When supernova donna strickland
strove proudly to her nobel microphone
her immortal lecture to the dons
of academic culture might have
included a moncton injection,
an instant pondering graphics flashing
lasers of wit well over her idiotic,
pretentious, classless, trashy-
run out of adjective space here-
bird brain. for,
from a supernova to a cosmic joke
from sanity to full blown psychosis
from the other side to galloping narcissism
might only be a half wit century or so:
lysenko hooked up with a chirpy orgasm!
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