by Nick Gisburne
I travel the immensities of time
A journey few could ever comprehend
But always I am conscious of a crime
A travesty no teacher can defend
How lazy was the architect of space
To summon such a universe so bland?
Infinity: a truly awful place
Unlimited potential, badly planned
I long to fill the emptiness with ‘stuff’
To modernise its monumental waste
The chaos of creation? Not enough
Its open-plan expanse offends my taste
A splash of paint, more ornaments, more shelves
Let’s decorate the universe ourselves
