What is my crime that placed me in this cell?
What is my sin that I must never tell
I did not know my guilt for I felt none.
I was not destroyed in blood or bone
Satan fed me scruples till I broke
My mind was cracked like some dejected bone
I wanted to attend some lectures free
I went to Oxford ate all that I could see
To revive my thesis I would have to pay.
Dirac married late, why such delay?
I wish that he had died at 33.
His equation was the death of me.
2 percent of Brits are Ph.D
How shall I win,with IQ 63?
If I worked hard and made a better case
Academic standards seem debased.
Anyone can win a Nobel prize.
If you can read and write and tell good lies
How my heart sings 