'Miracle Of Existence Poem by Margaret Alice

I am on my way again with my brain short-circuiting
and the Arabic vocabulary I acquired so painfully
locked up in a mental safe that does not want to open
for me, I tried to rectify this by running through
the files in my memory banks early on in the morning
but it is useless, all I did was to confuse myself
even worse than before, while the Pesticide document
is a dreadful threat for my sanity, a word like
Hexachlorobenzene seems obscene in length and meaning
I’d rather go out and play with Terry Pratchett
jog down the road with Mustrum Ridcully, Archchancellor
at Unseen University, clutching his wizarding hat to his head
calling up to other wizards to come down and join
in the fun, talking about the unhygienic habits of
the undead lurching along as well as the nasty effect
of atoms floating around and attaching themselves
to other people’s bodies – yuck, said the Archchancellor
we’d better put a stop to the miracle of existence
and I agree, no more miracle of existence for me
I want to join the dead!