A savage, I, my mind's pragmatic I'll keep what's good, discard dogmatic. Clear concepts clad in fancy clothes, bid farewell to lucid prose. Our talk in turn makes common ground, where allies, skeptics may be found. Prediction's theory's holy grail, most that seek it seem to fail. The world is messy, fuzzy, sticky, theoretically 'tis all quite tricky.
Theories keep it at a distance, cov'ring up the awkward instance.
But when edges grate and things don't mesh, that is when I think my best. So make your theory a public way, where passers by may pause and stay.