Tight Genes
Long have I thought
"Where am I really from?"
And long was I taught
That I was just one of some
My genes make me a mutt
but my source gives me pedigree
The cloth from which I'm cut
Was sewn amidst the heavenly
Irish, Spanish, and Welsh
Are just descriptions
Of this rented thing I call my "self"
At times, they're even encryptions
6-8_17
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