Tattered Blue Genes
My chromosomes are jumbled up, but
I still got twenty-three
With genes a-plenty, all mixed up
From Ma and Pa, and their Mas and Pas
that somehow make up “Me.”
Momma had blue eyes,
So do I.
Daddy had brown eyes;
Their genes are why.
Sister got the brown eyes, pretty
impressive.
I got the blue ones; I think they
recessive.
Talkin’ about brains, it was easy
to see
I was taller than than them, but
uh,
They was both smarter than me.
I’ve managed to get old,
Thru no virtue of my own,
Ain’t no denyin’.
Just the luck o’ the draw,
And I ain’t afraid of dyin’
Just lucky to be here,
Got to be this age,
Tho’ my powers is declinin’
Natural thing at this stage, so uh,
Ain’t no use whinin’.
These genes o’mine will go unsown,
All o’ which, I don’t mind sayin’:
Sweet bird o’ youth has flown.
I’m the last o’ the line
Which I find a bit dismayin’.
Them other people’s genes will do
just fine
But my telomeres are frayin’.
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