My words are slippery as slime
that snails and hagfish ooze,
but should they trip you up in rhyme
I hope they will confuse.
My words are like a silkworm’s thread
from which I try to weave
cocoons where only words unsaid
are ones you should believe.
My words are like a serpent’s skin
that changes every year,
for repetition is a sin
all mortals ought to fear.
My words are calcium from a mollusk,
and hardly ever tell
the truth, because their selfish solace
is hidden in their shell.
My words extrude into a realm,
transcendently but tricky,
where bias is a biofilm
and problems are all sticky.
My words are like a trail of mucus
and sometimes snide as snot,
and since they’re blurred and out of focus
they tell you who I’m not.
Pretty slick piece of writing, Gershon. I like the easy flow and the catchy topic, along with the scientific explanation - quite informative! Thanks! Linda
nothing keener than the great poem with scientific undertones. very intriguing. -Tailor
delicious, humorous, enlightening, and poetic - what more could one ask?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating piece, Gershon