How many brain cells can I offer,
To be consumed, serially, per
The dictates of those who would
Suck up all my DNA, vice err,
About what we consume, and shit,
More than I can ever defer
To another time, another place,
Brain cells, and warm wondrous
Memories, abandoned in space...
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Revised version:
https://commonpoemsandrhymes.wordpress.com/2017/01/17/figure-it-out/
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