Big ScienceA Poem by SkinlessFrankI’m the guy Who labors late into the night To invent the “synthetic meat”. You know, the kind that grows on Petri dishes. Big Science, you see Has this quest To replace the cow and pig With cells that crawl around Like grains of rice on agar. Given the proper stimulus We'll herd them Like pink worms. And train them to not fly apart nor invade your liver. Wash your hands please, It smells "down there". © 2011 SkinlessFrankReviews
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