Gravity

Sad and depressed, we leapt to be free,

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Escaping a smothering sense of ennui.

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Over and down, now one hundred feet;

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Three hundred pounds of free-falling meat.

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Not as much time to think as I’d thought;

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Now two hundred feet at three seconds naught.

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Faster and faster, we cover the distance

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

In spite of the air’s increasing resistance.

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Five seconds now, and three hundred feet,

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

Now I see clearly each crack in the street.

(Thirty-two feet per second per second)

 

H’m. Owing to the Earth’s superior mass, the electron shells of the atoms below are going to repel the electron shells of our own atoms, thus impeding our progress.

 

That’s gonna hurt.

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