I wish to be delivered, daily, please
From “scientists” with liberal arts degrees.
They lecture me, at length, about my diet;
And speak when wiser minds might just be quiet.
They’ve never done the daily work of science,
But got it from a book they somewhere read:
And now, they’d cow the whole world to compliance
Engorged, themselves, upon what they’ve been fed.
But there’s no telling them they might be wrong,
They know how all of us can be improved –
It went into them like a sort of song:
It’s in their heads, and now
It can’t be