Yes! My mind is for science - my body
is for science as well. I will not leave it
I can't wait
hot all over, for science. IMPLEMENT
ME, science WORK
your immutable laws
upon my willing, physical form
- I will:
submit without plaint,
pliant to the pulls of your forces
and reactions that ignite
around and within me.
SCIENCE!! In you I have found a master, a
mistress, a servant, a
SLAVE - I am your Igor and your tyrant alike! Your
helpless experimental subject, as well
as the defiant lab-coated madman
throwing switches, playing
God with an inner glee
belied by His cold,
what it's all about.
You do the GMO me and you turn yourself
around, into a potato, an ear
growing on each side of the eyes - I look
at most things from a cold,
My stern eye
collecting data, my
probing, sliding the variables
into place, my
oh, my. No,
there are no mysteries,
only puzzles. And the puzzle with no solution?
Is a Law.
Every true problem has its solution,
and every solution,
its precipitate as well - I want
to take my wet,
out of the top of my skull,
and weigh it. Measure it
gently with calipers, clip
electrodes to sensitive nodes, run
a jolt through it! Through the lobes
and ganglia and then - jam the whole thing back in! Still
steaming - snap and clamp the braincase
back shut! Seal the scalp and skin, and pick at,
pull away the pink, shiny, cut-like seams -
Coming away from my forehead, wrinkling
and shrinking as they pull loose
like glistening Saran wrap, sticky -
Leaving gleaming smooth soft skin, soft pink
- no scars.
I dispose of the weird evidence.
No experiment has ever occurred.