Loose Canons

Junk science has become my passion now:
Divining rods, cloud shapes, astrology,
Grief, alien abductions, alchemy,
Intelligent design (look at that cow!),
The power of the pyramid, the Tao,
The damned, the dreamers and the Money Tree,
The miracles we see, those we can't see,
And these loose canons tell us why and how.

A restless, chattering archbishopric
Of melancholic half-truths, sour and sage,
Dispensing wisdom for this tarnished age,
As if real knowledge were a parlour trick
And flagellating with a dowsing stick
Were something worthy of a living wage.