Dear Science
“Science [is] a harsh mistress, and in a pecuniary point of view but poorly rewarding those who devote themselves to her service.” --Humphry Davy
You may hurt me -- I don't mind. Torture me for an eternity, Break me until I cry.
Send me on a wild goose chase. Bemuse me, Abuse me, Make me a commodity you'll misplace.
I'll devote myself to you nonetheless. I'll happily work for you without any rest. You may be an unforgiving field, But lives are changed with what little you yield.
You're a striking work, You're an exquisite practice. I don't care if you're a jerk, I'll commit myself without malice.
You may hurt me -- I don't mind. Torture me for an eternity, Break me until I cry.
Send me on a wild goose chase. Bemuse me, Abuse me, Make me a commodity you'll misplace.
I'll devote myself to you nonetheless. I'll happily work for you without any rest. You may be an unforgiving field, But lives are changed with what little you yield.
You're a striking work, You're an exquisite practice. I don't care if you're a jerk, I'll commit myself without malice.
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
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