Said Harvard to Bucky
we feel quite so lucky
your genius on campus
has caused quite a ruckus
but this time we’re sure you’re less mucky;

And yet we’re not sure
which department could endure
your thesis exegetical
your wisdom eisegetical
of what is and is not we’re less sure.

Perhaps you’re a poet
and the last ego to know it,
you thought this was science
mixed up with con-science,
your poetic verse helps you show it.

When Bucky wrote meta-physical science
we read him as physical conscience
and that could be fine
it fits with his rhyme
of teleopathic resonance.

There once was a Fuller who prehended
a Special Case universe co-prehensile
teleopathic embrace
wears polypathic face
as wisdom’s synergetic eco-tensile.