Theory

Strings and branes.. Worms and mud
Wriggle and vibrate.. Generating tuts
Any words would be as absurd
And any worlds would be as unreal.
Nature, the junction of folds
No center could we unveil
Labias and cocks
Leptons and quarks
We make up the world
And it makes up our parts
Inseparably human and inhumanely septic
Reality is shit
And shit has a half-life.