Brace yourselves, this is the strangest one yet!
This should be performed as "coffee house" poetry, Narrated by William Shatner, with strange pauses and changes in emphasis, punctuated by bongo rolls, with a muted trumpet noodling away in the background.

Metaphysical Civet Cat

You let him loose in a coffee plantation
And let him wander without aggravation
He goes to each bush eating his fill
You never can tell but time always will

Then you put him in an impenetrable box
You batten him down and lock all the locks
Surely by now you've divined my intent
performing cerebral experiment

When we open the box I don't care if he's dead
That ain't the purpose of this little thread
What I want to know about Schrodinger's Cat
Is "Can we make java from the shit that he shat?"