A Digestive Poem
This bit of extemporaneous doggerel was penned while recovering from an intestinal infection. Antibiotics had decimated my gut flora, and I was endeavoring to rally the survivors to reproduce and fight the infection.
To all you inside
To all you down below To all who swim in darkness' tide Where no lights of heaven glow |
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This I command:
Work! |
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In the coal-pit
In the slumbering deep In the chambers of spit In the world without sleep |
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This I command:
Breed! |
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This night is your world
This long skyless dark "Your flag is unfurled!" Your King cries. Hark: |
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"This is my command:
Conquer!" |
Last updated 2 June 2000
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