Art Etc.

White cells fight fiercely, and kill all the platelets.
Neptune is tugging on Cold Pluto’s shroud.
Conquering heroes will not be prepared for
the bickering tribes in the dictator’s dust.
You are a prophet, and I am a pragmatist.
You’re Nostradamus, and I’m Notre Dame.
I am a Nut Job, and you’re an apologist.
I am a poet, and you are a prude.

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Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating

Biology triumphs when movement trumps matter
Astronomy’s sucked into mystery’s Black Hole
All troubadours are themselves entertained by
the shrill siren song of a sour romance.
You’re a collision, and I’m a collection
You’re Galileo and I’m a genome
I’m Greta Garbo to your Anthropologist
I‘m a conundrum and you’re a crusade

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Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating

Anatomy quakes like a terrified bridegroom
Cosmology beams at her latest-born son
Bored matadors are sure to be gored by
the prickly contours they now choose to ignore
You are a dickey and I am a diadem
You’re Santeria and I’m Santa Claus
Call me Sinatra, you Australopithecus.
I am the daybreak, and you are the dusk.

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Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating
Art imitating life imitating