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Daily Poetry #59, March 28, 2017 Word: Mitochondria 108 billion people, and still, life just plays on repeat, It’s grown so dull that we don’t care who we meet. Just a pile of meat steaks and trash bags, We mindlessly make it through as the day drags. 206 bones in my body, and yet, I don’t feel strong enough, Though you tell me I’ll make it, crush me, I’m not tough. Watch the clock tick until your favourite show comes on, And sit down to waste away until you’re gone. 100 billion cells in the brain, and yet, I’m still useless, As my head is full of nonsense, for I’m choice less. Stab me in the head with a spoon, and candy will spill, For that’s how corrupt I am, through pain, I smile still. 10 million billion mitochondria in my body, and yet, I’m not working, All around you, let’s dance and laugh, as they’re lurking. Wait for everything to completely disappear before you laugh, Or you may be labeled different and cut in half. 108 billion people, and still, nothing changes, Choking down emotions as everything rearranges. “What’s your name?” I smile at such a dumb question, And laugh until it hurts from death of asphyxiation.