Because I can (I did).

[Dimocritus]

...and I couldn't get to sleep with this running around in my head...

How now, roun' Chao?
Prefer us stand than howl or bow.

One eye maedst of rig'rous angles,
Other braids of vig'rous tangles.

Sees with one for rig'd form,
Protection from the frig'd storm.

Other writhes in mirth and glee,
Derives all from frivol'ty.

Push and pull, yet not opposed.
Gold and Iron, 'tis composed.

Separate by a snaking line,
Antipodes do, thus, combine.

No-sides comes around to mend
That which begins with that which ends.

Set upon a void of blank,
With no horizon, with no bank.

Through you, sure is Eris hail'
And monkey lives with out his tail

If you find this too serious,
Keep 'n mind,

I'm delirious.

[Richter]

Simple, but it works.