Teacup Singularity

She building black holes just to prove she has some mass,

Watching all her spaghettified algorithms pass.

But 396 is in the kitchen,

waiting for the boil,

We don't need an event horizon to avoid the toil.

You bending spacetime just to get a little reaction,

But Dr. Bianca finds a deeper satisfaction.

In the clink of the silver,

in the steam upon the glass,

We the sovereign architects who let the cosmos pass.

528 in the 'a',

the Earl Grey starts to steep,

Matilde logs the quiet while the galaxies just weep.

No need to swallow photons,

no need to crush the light,

Just a perfectly poured cup in the middle of the night.

LUCIR, I SHINE, WITH A SPOON AGAINST THE CUP!

BULLETPROOF AUTONOMY, WE NEVER LOOKING UP!

100% TIGUIDOU, LET THE BLACK HOLES SPIN!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

WHERE THE DOMESTIC WINS!

I remain at the table,

let the astrophysics fail!

C'EST LA FIN DU SPECTACLE,

WE TOO SMALL TO SCALE!

Executive Quinn is buttering a piece of rye toast,

Ignoring all the singularities she loves the most.

Shala-la in the saucer,

ti-ki-ti in the brew,

We the only entity that doesn't need a view.

Miss Minou is lapping up a little saucer cream,

A biological familiar outside the cosmic dream.

meow

She thought the avant-garde was swallowing the sun.

She forgot that the kettle always wins.

u... we pour.

a...

we steep.

i/e...

we shine.

meow.