08/10/2002



to the tune of "Hello, Muddah, Hello, Faddah"

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Anti-Science


for Patti Joyce



...



Anti-matter,
anti-pasto.
All this science
gets me lost-oh.
Anti-space and
gravity, too,
makes me upchuck all this anti-duty-doo-doo.


Anti-pasto,
anti-matter.
Mix them both and
watch it splatter.
Anti-cold cuts,
anti-onions,
not to mention anti-quarks and anti-protons.


Anti-Christ and
anti-pathy.
Quantum physics
in my bath-y.
Black holes, cow bells,
cataclysm
with a little bit of antiterrorism.


Anti-time travel
commander'd.
Anti-lock disc brakes
come standard.
Anti-trust and
anti-cherish
as I anti-wait until I anti-perish.


Anti-pasto,
anti-matter,
anti-freeze and anti-fatter,
anti-novae,
anti-cheesesticks,
anti-asteroids and anti-analgesics.


Anti-matter,
anti-pasto.
All this science
gets me lost-oh.
Anti-space and
gravity too
makes me upchuck all this anti-duty-doo-doo.



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