What is a picture of a black hole
Isn't it all black, that's all it would show?
Science seems to be on a roll
High upwards, or perhaps down below
I don't pretend to understand
But this work of idleness I can't stand
A pennyworth of difference it doesn't make
Apart for the scientist and newsman
They say a black hole can eat up the universe
But when there's nothing to eat for people, that's worse
All this drama to fill the astroman's purse
Why all this space exploration for nothing, what a pointless curse
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
