What words do to me every week?

 I found this poem to be funny, and I am aware not everyone will agree:

    It’s a little-known fact that God’s headgear — 
    A magician’s collapsible silk top hat,
    When viewed from Earth, from the bottom up — 
    Is, sub specie aeternitatis,

    A pluperfect halo, both circle and square,
    And a premonition of this truth
    Spurred on an ancient philosopher,
    Anaxagoras, to make numerous vain

    Attempts to approximate the circle
    Of his concerns with the square of the cell
    He was jailed in for impiety.
    Doomed calculations which God acknowledged

    By doffing then pancaking his topper.
    He was still bareheaded millennia later,
    When he learned of von Lindemann’s proof that pi
    Is not the root of a polynomial

    With rational coefficients, hence
    Squaring the circle’s impossible.
    God un-collapsed, re-donned his hat!
    But — it was 1882,

    Progress was a juggernaut
    And the public had no patience for “proof.”
    From below, God’s gesture looked like a signal
    For all hat- and cap-wearing men,

    Proper in their headgear, for nations,
    Well-stocked with helmets for delicate brainwork,
    To take up “the compass and straightedge”
    And prepare for a singular all-out attack

    On this seductive conundrum, so men
    Enlisted en masse in Geometry’s army,
    Tossing up and away all hats
    Of cloth, opaque haloes, hurray!

-Squaring the Circle, Philip Fried.