laying down the science in poetry

you always hear about mad scientists
but you never hear about sad scientists
resurrecting the dead
to the tune of Morrissey
buying their labcoats
in black at Hot Topic
before a rack of
Jacob’s Ladders and bunsen burners
smoking clove cigarettes and sighing
trying to blow up the moon
while looking down at their shoes
you never hear about sad science
mad science gets all the credit these days
maybe that’s why they’re so sad