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False Correlations
I selected
a suitably interesting subject
One that needed more knowing about
The greatest, you might say
I read the background research
(thought I had it down)
—although background turns out to be
a factor minor to irrelevant—
Set out my hypothesis;
There was, I thought
Some system
Which others worked under
And so too would I,
Eventually.
There’s a flaw in my study
The data got all skewed
Perhaps irreparably.
All wrong
and nothing better than muddled
That’s what happens
When you examine fields
Not really your area.
Hypotheses were… reexamined?
Repeat the test
And repeat and repeat and repeat
That’s how it works
But this is not empirical,
never will be
case-by-case let’s see
how did they—
But there’s a flaw in my study
Though I must continue
For all its frayed words
I want to sing and
cannot
for though I plot them well enough
I cannot hit the notes
I want to know why the shifting of these points
to everyone sounds so grand
and live encased in meanings
that I do see and feel and understand
Because a flawed study still provides results
Just maybe not for the question
You were asking.