Neil deGrasse Tyson, don’t blow my mind too quickly;
interstellar working class shouts, “Are you with me?”
Asking rhetorically, shut down the lorries,
Dr. House on the picket line: macabre, Edward Gorey.
No one can name a scientist, as if we were Jeopardy!
no exclamation point, just numb Elvis Presley
passed out on a toilet made of Colorado marble;
he was just looking for some new complex to gargle.
Medicine cabinet, see straight through the universe,
as if you were Jim Carrey subsumed into penguins.
The king was a Slinky unwrapped in the middle;
there’s no way to fix it just long-sighted chemicals.