Classic Poem

He said: this universe is very clever
The scientists have laid it out on paper
Each atom goes on working out its law, and never
Can cut an unintentioned caper.

He said: it is a geometric net
And in the middle, like a syphilitic spider
The Absolute sits waiting, till we get
All tangled up and end ourselves inside her.

He said: “this crucifixion was dramatic
He had not passed his life on officechairs
They did not crucify him in an attic
Up six abysmal flights of broken stairs.”

He said I am put together with a pot and scissors
Out of old clippings
No one took the trouble to make an article.