[Part of: Poetica Philosophica.]
The many worlds interpretation claims There's many yous to take the blames. Should an electron pass on through a slit And determine which of two acts You'll do—miraculously, you will split, and see a multitude of facts. It's the wavefunction, Bohmians assert, That branches every time you flirt While all the atoms making up your face Produce precise and awkward smiles. Small comfort to inhabit just one place If she can see right through your wiles.
Spontaneous collapse, some others say, Is nature's way to save the day. Just when the cat's about to superpose A choice is made, it's life or death And then The animal's there, wiggling its nose And maybe breathing its last breath.