Poem — When Reason’s Glimmer Dies
When Reason’s glimmer dies,
There is nonsense on the rise.
I’m critical of foolish thinking,
Expressed as though one has been drinking.
So it’s best not just to doubt,
But too to keep one’s wits about.
Who is right? Who is wrong?
Credulity’s a siren song.
Without clear thinking we go mental.
Sun electric can’t compare,
With our home star’s fusion glare.
C.A.M. is of our health relieving.
To claim a need for faith in science,
Is positing a false reliance.
Logic errors soon abound,
And in weak arguments they’re found.
When the “fuzzy’s” in the thinking,
Into scams one will be sinking.
If our reasoning’s mistaken,
We will fall for claims a-fakin’.
Our brains make lots of nasty errors,
From biases to dreaming terrors.
To argue for young universe,
Is to make claims quite perverse.
Evolution by old fools,
Is assaulted in our schools.
It’s said that Bigfoot roams the North,
With crappy evidence put forth.
Flying saucers flit about,
In blurry photos ripe for doubt.
For the ancient astronauts,
There are built no landing spots.
And the flight of wing’d sows.
Will the threat of anti-science,
Need a strong freethought alliance?
Posted on Monday, 0:01, June 18, 2012, in Musings & Ponderings and tagged Critical Thinking, Doggerel, Nonsense, Poem, Poetry, Pseudoscience, Skeptical Inquiry, Skepticism & Skeptics. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.