Less than Nothing
Antimatter: it bugs me:
It doesn’t feel likely, it doesn’t feel clean.
But maybe it’s here and it hugs me,
Maybe it’s here and will never been seen.
And it really doesn’t matter if I really don’t believe –
Cos it doesn’t even know it, and it doesn’t even care;
So it just goes on existing, with no thought to beg-my-leave.
Unless, of course, it doesn’t – cos it isn’t even there.