[Newspoetry] Science Timesny

[DL Emerick]

The Times retells its main stories -
conspiracies abound -
Science, Art, Business, Sports, Politics.

If we believe in the Principle of Reason,
we believe in God -
for God explains it all,
why life is
and why it is not.

Wanna mate?  If so,
Science gives you 237 reasons to fuck
with me, or someone, anyone, please?
But, next research seeks fuck-off reasons,
to explain why so fucking little happens,
by way of actual fucks.
It's as amazing as a principle of reason,
We all had to have had our reasons.

"So, do you like Baseball?
Yes?  How about the Sox?"
"Yankees?  You, pervert!!!"
Language explains orientation:
Words cooperate, to avoid nonsense -
but nonsense is vitally necessary.

Evolution has 3 Primal Laws:
Mutate, Select, Cooperate,
With an OR connector,
Or an AND disconnector -
implied there is Being-There.

It's non-cognitive, mostly,
the usual way we mostly live.
We eat and drink,
breathe and digest,
produce waste -
a bio-cycle built for two.

Smoking is highly addictive -
Just inhale once, nirvana.
Sex is, heaven or hell, too.
But, call it all stark "survival" -
Just getting through another day,
Today is but a day to a toady,
just go on and on, croaking.

Cooperate or else:
We do what works.
Cooperation works
When Utility exceeds Konstant,
As Ratio of Benefit to Cost -
A Konstant is unexplained,
it simply is,
parametric paramour;
C'est la vie.

Speaking of death,
Or at least thinking of it,
Bergmann died -
Not a black and a white science story,
Where everyone dies,
But read all over in Arts,
Where people live forever.

Art imitates science,
perhaps life, as well,
And calls its imitations "tragedies",
Antitheses are "comedies",
Or, more popularly, "romances" -
Sex dressed up,
And sex undressed.

Synthesis: extremes marry,
Doses and anti-doses, unite --
Evolution oozes in stews,
In calms before storms:
Biological Imperatives,
per definiens, are words.
If words were bricks,
What is mortar to us?

Defy mortality, immortal words?
Then, deify it, as well,
Be Black on White.
Sin on, Oh Synonym,
Thy Antonym comes!

Perception, seeing?
Optical illusion,
Verbal allusion,
Akin to feeling,
with the eyes,
sense is insensibly minded?

Trigger, then, thy subroutines,
Single-minded,
Yearnings and cravings,
insistent demands,
itches unscratched,
'til death do us, take apart,
Pry open grasping hands,
And grasp and grope me.

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And, now a baseball recap
for the news in the headlines,
To cap the day, capitalize it,
Make it something it was not-
One for the Record Books.

John Roberts had a seizure -
But he still lives, medicated:
Can't drive a car and such -
But can yet Rule a Court -
His WiFi writes His Opinions.

Somewhere in the far-away,
In Bush's Never-Never-Land, Iraq,
A Badger Division frees no Badgers,
In recovered reclamation Wetlands,
Saddam only drained them,
Even though he bought the farms.
Clutches of snakes rise, too -
All disclaimed by the British -
Who may lay metal minefields,
To control minerals and oils,
But would free no animals.

We are waiting,
for the market to rise,
Or else, for it to fall,
For it to go or not to go.
Bulls and Bears, abound,
As the Journal is undecided
As to who may own it,
Or what Stock prices may be,
When ingrained Silos collapse.

In Japan, Abe won't resign.
What would be the point?
There is no silent filmy successor --
So he tells everyone, haughtily.
Brown-eyed Bush, the same way,
Like Bergman looked Death in the eye,
And blinked first.

Insight is an inside newstory,
Except for outer alternatives
that have yet to develop fully --
Like Chelsea Clinton,
who might be a First First-First Daughter
to become President:
God is a four-letter word,
So say the Jews.