We are geneslaves,
Our flicker of life just a way station
Between parent and child.
When we’re done breeding they give us the toss
Tearing their ends to cause aging and death.
Perhaps if we could convince them
That we would make more genes
They would give us a bit more time.
Keep it up!
Stewart McKenzie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/genietail-01-diddling-the-epididymis/
