My Dna Poem by Phil Soar

My Dna



There's nothing in my DNA that makes much sense to me
Lines of code in sequences, a sort of family tree
And should I overstep the mark, which ends in custody
I'd like to think my DNA, won't be the death of me.

Friday, January 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,life,science
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