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Schrödinger Craves Bubble Tea

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Add some foam on it said he,
Ain't that cream amorphous?
And will eventually collapse,
Just like a tiny wave function?

Now his upper lip is covered with it,
Like a cat that just finished his milk,
Ain't he cute with that piece of white wool,
Above his mighty mush?

The ecstatic sensation is inaugurated,
Like an erupting volcano, popped the boba,
Those tapioca pearls are, indeed, agglomerated,
Then smooshed by his gentle tongue

The festival on his soft palate is crystallized thus,
No sharp aroma, including jojoba, is left nor wasted,
Not even a single boba,
Only his warm smile and thankful coda
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a poem that depicts an absurd scenario on my mind. In this scenario, Erwin Schrödinger orders some bubble tea at a cafe, and the barista is voicing his experience of serving him through this poem.
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