Nonsense 5 Poem by Phil Soar

Where does it start
Where does it end
Science drives me round the bend
The universe
A random nurse
Touching my rear end

Why do I laugh
When I want to cry
Why does the world just pass me by
A black hole
With a gaping hole
Dissappears into a wandering soul

Never ending nothingness
No more, or no less, a mess
Of more than a squizzilion miles
And a wealth of stars to stir the eyes
A world of beauty in disguise