Space FoodA Poem by SkinlessFranki’m the guy who labours late into the night to invent the synthetic meat you know the kind that grows on Petri dishes Big Science has this quest to replace the cow and pig with cells that crawl about like grains of rice on agar we'll herd them like pink worms and train them not to invade your liver don't forget to wash your hands it smells “down there" © 2015 SkinlessFrankReviews
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