Monday 26 November 2012

Nothing Doesn't Exist


If your mind is ever critical

And waxing analytical

The tale with a hair pin twist

Will stump you from the offing

It's a story about nothing

Moreover, nothing doesn't exist


If there’s nothing on your mind

There are books you’ll find

Michael Faraday was keen to insist

There’s magnetics everywhere

Even with no light or air

Nothing’s in your head

It doesn’t exist


It took a lot of nerves

Declaring space is full of curves

But you'll get the Einstein-ian jist

It may crank your cranial cavity

That mass informs gravity

So no thing really does not exist


Photon particles zoom

Through your hoover vacuum

There is no place that molecules missed

So why labour in vain

For material gain

When nothing doesn't even exist ?


We're so long into our race

All we're chasing is the chase

Smashing nature with a clenched ham fist

Far too clever just to be

And enjoy everything for free

We built a never ending shopping list


It's an age old riddle

With ourselves stuck in the middle

And our gods in the gathering mist

Think hard like a boffin

And you won't wind up with nothing

Coz you'll know that nothing doesn't exist



You can knock it if you must

But I’m not about to bust

Any gut just because you can’t see

That nothing never started

It’ll leave you broken-hearted

Or dancing in a new born free


I’m cheated. It’s unfair

That nothing’s nowhere

Like my Blarney stone never got kissed

Now I walk around scoffing

Hey, now I’m scared of nothing

And I am - although it doesn’t exist.

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