Big Science

Big Science

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

I’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 SkinlessFrank


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I like your variety of science meets poetry, it's pleasant and in this case, quite humorous!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm not really sure how I feel about this poem. It's a cynical write, but then, as is with reality, cynicism is usually tinged with a lot of truth.
This shows the negative sides to the world we live in today, which is fair enough.
What we humans do is grab whatever is nearest and bleed it dry.
Those scientists should mind the consequences.

Posted 13 Years Ago


EWWW Gross. I'm glad i'm a vegetarian.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I am not a fan of how scientists play God. But then, where should the line be drawn? Would my sister have made it past grade school without her small pox vaccine?
This is a thought provoking piece. You put a new twist on poetry.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Chilling...I enjoy chemistry but this is going to far...what is wrong with life the way it is? An excellent poem, so different from the usual ones.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Gods chemistry set..should be left alone...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very strong message and informative. I like how you delivered it..through a poem. Again, amazing as always.

Posted 13 Years Ago


yep, time for a career change. back to the laboratory drawing board.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh dear!

You seem to make something so brilliant out of the abnormal, huh? xD

I love this poem for its description and the ending made me burst out laughing.
It smells "down there."

I wonder what it is? Hmm...

Posted 13 Years Ago


chill through sterility the human species is cultivating for itself~ what a coiling world of dismembered vespers waft through your brain and out your nimble and creative fingertips~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on October 20, 2011
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Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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