Nabisco - Poem by Rcd Bck
Lake Winnebago... trash on shoreline
fish hooks and mountain dew cans
look at that dead fish and those flies buzzing
there's a smoke trail in the sky
next to the pirate cloud
can you see it?
feel that humidity?
do you know you are alive?
where are you now?
it's OK there is no right answer
Newton played with alchemy
Newton played with his head
Newton saw a dead fish. Hooke.
wrote a book The Principia Mathematica
rhymes with lead
said dead bled red instead fed
He was jealous
Newton was celibate
National Biscut Company
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