Strange Rhyme

If quantum mechanics were understood,  

     and black hole singularities, space-time,

and gravity's well swallowed in a flood, 

     would bend to genius effort of this rhyme,

instead, might solve a wicked delusion:

     that I am Center of the Universe.

If the Bell Curve, for IQ, ends confusion,

     then my so-called “godhood” status, a curse,

permits the information paradox,

     a test, to irradiate my manic strain,

turning Schrödinger's Cat into a fox,

     collapsing my wave-function to Planck domain.

What now remains, is for me to theorize:

will this strange rhyme win me a Nobel Prize?

By Ngoc Nguyen

From: United States