the best minds of my time
were bottled by assembly line
and all the world paid the price
when we popped the top and took a slice
they put the sections under the scope
but found nothing to give them hope
brain of greatness, brain of shame
microscopically, they all look the same
we knew the greatness by its absence
the wise don’t set foot in a lab since
but then, of course, there were the quacks
who tried to glue brain slices back
sadly they couldn’t see their flaw
unacquainted with the Second Law
they thought it was mere devilry
while thwarted by rising entropy
