Indeed, why is there matter in the universe at all?
— Dennis Overbye
You’re welcome to a life of your own and
That vexed relationship which appears
To have firm legal standing
A bed of roses? Perhaps
You don’t want to remember
O Swell Doing Bride of Heaven
O Patron Services Assistant at the
Fox Chapel Community Library
Your perfection remains startling
OK sounds good the system for operative
Investigative activities refers to the density
Of the universe where we used to go here
In the fiend’s twisted playground
And to answer your insolent question
We are granted this boon this blessing
By the four known fundamental forces
Of the universe the manifestations of
The elasticity of emotions and logic
A balance of probabilities a partial
Differential operation processing
Another coed who had bought the
Sample peace symbol a measure
Of evolution or something that we
Gotta clean up the first uncountable
And transfinite man because man
We’re fucked up