Imitosis

He’s keeping busy/ yeah he’s bleeding stones/ with his machinations and his palindromes/ it was anything but hear the voice/ that says that we’re all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions/ when he put his Bunsen burners all away/ and turning to a playground in a Petri dish/ where single cells would swing their fists/ at anything that looks like easy prey/ in this nature show that rages every day/ it was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone/ and despite what all his studies have shown/ that what’s mistaken for closeness/ was just a case of mitosis/ and why do some show no mercy/ while others are painfully shy/ tell me doctor can you quantify?/ he just wants to know the reason why

why do they congregate in groups of four/ scatter like a billion spores/ and let the wind just carry them away/ how can kids be so mean/ our famous doctor tried to glean/ as he went home at the end of the day/ in this nature show that rages every day/ it was then he heard his intuition say

we were all basically alone/ despite what all his studies have shown/ that what’s mistaken for closeness/ is just a case of mitosis/ sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis/ and why do some show no mercy/ while others are painfully shy/ tell me doctor, can you quantify? the reason why