A poet friend shoved this into my virtual hand, and insisted I publish it. Otherwise he will tell the condiments manager at the local supermarket (whom he knows) not to sell me any more of those sea salt-wrinkled olives …
Now, that is like putting a knife to a person’s gut. Okay, okay, here is his “Imagine” poem:
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Imaginary Science
Imagine there’s no logic,
I do it all the time;
No truth above us,
Below us only slime.
Imaginary science, dulling all our minds. Ahah, aah…
Imagine all is matter;
It isn’t hard to do.
No design or freedom,
And no religion too.
Imaginary science, trashing our ideals. Yoohoo, ooh…
You may say I’m a liar,
but I’m not the only one.
I hope some day you’ll join us,
So our views will all be one.
Imagine evolution;
I wonder if you can.
No need for facts or reason,
Consensus is the plan.
Imaginary science, ruling all the world. Yoohoo, ooh…
You may say I’m a liar,
but I’m not the only one.
I hope some day you’ll join us,
So our triumph will be done.
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It’s not that bad, actually. Anyway, I got my tub of olives for the week beforehand.