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