Pasta tubers

Spaghettification!

 

It’s not the thought, of being stretched out

That makes me cringe

But how the word, is gloated with glee

By new tubers, unhinged

 

And now they’ve changed the way black holes…

Are depicted on the screen

Bright red crowning accretion discs…

Ensure they can be seen

 

Call me old, but I’m not sold, I prefer…

The simple black disc, on a field of stars

With those wispy, round white arcs

Just hinting, at what transpires

 

“Billiard balls coalescing into a triangle?”

The awkward white one escapes, fast-fast

“Dimensions curled around themselves?”

Head stuck up their own ass

 

And if you stir milk, in a cup of tea

Just one more time, to illustrate entropy

I’ll unsubscribe, from this diatribe

Of AI-generated truth you prescribe

 

Conspiracy?

You say YouTubers are spreading lies?

That black holes look so fair?

I thought most were hidden among us

And, just, lurking everywhere

 

So, I do contend, there’s a growing trend

Of science communicating chancers

Know not what’s meant

By their bot’s content

And pose more questions, than answers

 

And… flat Marsers? Hollow black hole-ers?

Debunked and shamed online

Now, ignorance is entertainment

And destroying folk is fine

 

 

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