well, laws come twitterpated before the thaw
of old white men in old white suits;
They (omniscient, omnipresent, indescribable they) did it first to Galileo
then to poor sweet Mattimeo
(better known as Bob the bloviating, argle-bargling snob)
with the theory that he chose to lob:
You laugh, but it’s quite a simple fall—
the world, the moon, the stars, and all the drumming racket between
it’s all just balls of a rather vibrant sheen.
Given, he colored himself early with the choice
of Al Gore for Internet’s first modest voice—
a tubular choice for a system clogged
with indecision blogged
for people! for substance!
Well, he’s nothing but a nuisance
some little boy crying wolf
when the world was playing golf—
but as the rest claimed ends of ice and fire
(destruction, not the Game of Thrones) desire
telescopes were found to spy The Bearded Man align
the perfect shot from His designs
too late to cry for all their hope
that God was not a golfing man or replicating trope—
Pool’s the game on which He set His celestial roots.