Metaphors are dead, yet telling lies.

Scientists tell us what the wise might think
That frosty chill makes poor old people die
See, it’s in the Guardian in ink.

I wonder if it harms the eyes to wink?
Do fluorescent light tubes injure flies
Scientists tell us what the odd might think.

Why do women dress their lips in pink?
What do genes do when their bearer dies?
See, it’s in the Daily Groat in ink

Do you know in daydreams we can’t blink?
Metaphors are dead, yet telling lies.
Scientists tell us what the wireless think!

Re open minds, the light gets through the chinks
If my mind is closed, I’m sterilised
I’ll put it in a Telegraph in ink.

Wittgenstein said  our metaphors aren’t lies
Concrete thinking is no use in life
Scientists tell us what we cannot think!
Ye Gods, it’s in the Oxford mag in mink.