Dimensions fold up neatly,
At the chip shop on the edge of time,
The complex terms resolve completely,
While the diners wait in line,
For particles of force and matter,
Bound within their quantum state,
Collapsing into chips and batter,
Served up on a greasy plate.
The girl behind the counter,
In the place that lunched a billion chips,
Escapes the bonds that weakly bound her,
Questions forming on her lips,
She comes toward me softly smiling,
Throwing off her hat and coat,
And in a manner most beguiling,
Grabs me gently by the throat.
We sink into each other,
Contemplating supersymmetry,
I sense the anti-matter of her,
Seek reciprocals in me,
To climax in annihilation,
Working out to, if we'd cared,
Mass multiplied on this occasion,
By the value of C squared.
The chip shop line's in motion,
But without her, slower than before,
They've all come for the sales promotion,
Posted on the shop's front door,
They cry out for the "Sunday Luncheon",
Just the way it's always been,
But when all time has ceased to function,
What does Sunday even mean?
At the chip shop on the edge of time,
The complex terms resolve completely,
While the diners wait in line,
For particles of force and matter,
Bound within their quantum state,
Collapsing into chips and batter,
Served up on a greasy plate.
The girl behind the counter,
In the place that lunched a billion chips,
Escapes the bonds that weakly bound her,
Questions forming on her lips,
She comes toward me softly smiling,
Throwing off her hat and coat,
And in a manner most beguiling,
Grabs me gently by the throat.
We sink into each other,
Contemplating supersymmetry,
I sense the anti-matter of her,
Seek reciprocals in me,
To climax in annihilation,
Working out to, if we'd cared,
Mass multiplied on this occasion,
By the value of C squared.
The chip shop line's in motion,
But without her, slower than before,
They've all come for the sales promotion,
Posted on the shop's front door,
They cry out for the "Sunday Luncheon",
Just the way it's always been,
But when all time has ceased to function,
What does Sunday even mean?
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