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Damn You, Watson
Damn you Watson, damn you Crick
You and Charlie Darwin all make me sick
You opened up the helices, you miserable sods
And finally slammed the door upon the face of God
Pascal’s wager is officially lost
Occam’s razor is the brand new boss
No one listens when the choir sings
Gone are the reasons to believe in things
Your unexpected triumph of the rational mind
Put the human race into a no-win bind
Yanked the rug from under all the six-six-six
And made a pile of kindling from the crucifix
But Crick and Watson, they don’t care
About the tender feelings of the self-aware
“Thanks for nuthin’ boys” is all that I can say
Yours truly, just another bag of DNA
[Jul 8, 2008]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison