Scientific Method, a poem

Now, you are a labeled specimen
Preserved in a glass jar
Floating in Miller Lite.

Now, every time I look at the shelf
There's the jar right where I put it.
No more shenanigans. 

Now, I can walk past the shelf
And not even be distracted.
Not even lose my train of thought.

Now, you are retired from the experiment.
Now, your actions and reactions
Are not being studied, recorded.

Now, the book on this subject
Is shelved in Reference.
No surprises in there. No updates.

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