Since when are Gs (gasp!) energies?
Does antimatta matta?
Which pitch-dark night might speed of light
Al's* light-speed limit shatta?
Whose razzmatazz frames physics, as
our cosmos waxes fatta?
Why'd physicists pick psychic twists
to machinate their data?
* Relativity's Albert Einstein, of course.
Poet Poe pens nonsense verse. "Plus...phun," puns Uly, "I disburse." Its gamut runs from spam to worse. The po'sy posted...? Poe's diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a mitzva, mostly. (Not a curse.)
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