The Scientist
Disheveled hair,
Eye glasses
perched at
the end of
a ripe, red nose.
I am a
Scientist-
of sort
A Scientist
of my
surroundings;
of my life's
environment
I wear
drunkenness
like an
Intellectual
Kingly crown
Doubt is
never
questioned
Ask me,
I know.
Hypothesis
of human
nature are
frequently
explored.
Shared
among my
colleagues,
whilst in
convoluted thought.
Rightfully so.
My cadence
of inebriated
arrogance
has carried
me this far.
Providing me
with a skewed,
albeit honest,
vision of
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poem by Tim Labbe
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