Normally there's a very distinct reason why Inga refrains from writing poetry.
If any of you think you need some halfassedly-composed love today, you are welcome to print this out and dedicate it to yourself, with my blessings.
I’m watching all the wild-type eyes go gray
-they know it’s true, how could their red compare to richer hue?
It’s in my head, my heart, my hypothalamus,
That one-two step
Rustle-pause, and turn
You long-haired swingers never leave.
Show some altruism, baby!
All this sucrose-sweet serotonin
Could drive someone mad.
Infectious as E. coli,
I melt like bacon when you’re around,
Thoughts in an endless plasmid ring:
Cosmos and a billion years of evolution,
Now here’s what nature has selected for-
46 little chromosomes make 2 big green eyes
10 purple-sparkling toes,
Dancing heels in the arms of a stranger.
Show some altruism, baby!
EKG already off the charts,
I can’t resist your gravitational pull.
Love’s no autotroph-
Got to have something to metabolize
Or it grows old
(I grow old…
with trouser-bottoms rolled)
One sign! One syllable!
Give me your hand, your helper T, your hemoglobin,
The barest synecdoche will do.
Just show me some altruism,
And I will make you queen of my niche,
As you are already queen of my pineal.
Happy Valentine's Day, all.
I’m watching all the wild-type eyes go gray
-they know it’s true, how could their red compare to richer hue?
It’s in my head, my heart, my hypothalamus,
That one-two step
Rustle-pause, and turn
You long-haired swingers never leave.
Show some altruism, baby!
All this sucrose-sweet serotonin
Could drive someone mad.
Infectious as E. coli,
I melt like bacon when you’re around,
Thoughts in an endless plasmid ring:
Cosmos and a billion years of evolution,
Now here’s what nature has selected for-
46 little chromosomes make 2 big green eyes
10 purple-sparkling toes,
Dancing heels in the arms of a stranger.
Show some altruism, baby!
EKG already off the charts,
I can’t resist your gravitational pull.
Love’s no autotroph-
Got to have something to metabolize
Or it grows old
(I grow old…
with trouser-bottoms rolled)
One sign! One syllable!
Give me your hand, your helper T, your hemoglobin,
The barest synecdoche will do.
Just show me some altruism,
And I will make you queen of my niche,
As you are already queen of my pineal.
Happy Valentine's Day, all.