A headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
MA headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
The earth is a cigarette,
The human race the lighter.
Is there a way to save it,
With millennials as the fighters?
The grim reaper draws a puff,
And the withdrawing end is acid rain,
Deforestation, over fishing, air pollution,
And other deadly stuff.
Global warming and thin ozone layers,
Are symbolic of the flame...
That's depleting out natural resources,
And melting polar caps all the same.
Genetic engineering and playing God,
Is drawing us toward the butt.
With lungs in soil erosion and degradation,
Over population and other negative things we've trod.
Let's be serious and stop the joking,
To save the Earth, we must quit smoking!
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.
A girl returned to school--still not quite well.
A classmate queried, "What's been wrong with you?"
She was so timid but at last could tell
the boy "Pleurosis." He exclaimed, "That's new.
I've never heard of roses that are blue!"
pleurosis--more commonly termed pleurisy, an inflammation of the lungs
The "blue rose" does not exist in nature; it is a rare hybrid. Not even through
genetic engineering are scientists able to produce a truly blue rose.
In the Tennessee Williams play, The Glass Menagerie, Laura said she had
pleurosis. Jim thought she said "Blue roses."
July 2, 2017, entered in Kim's (Kim Rodrigues) Color Splash Contest
The
enduring
Shasta daisy—
Easy to grow,
Invasively spreads in the
garden.
With little or no encouragement
it will take
over whole plots. Standing tall,
flaunting a pure white flower;
nothing eats it.
Luther Burbank took some
fifteen years getting the purest
white color he loved by old
fashioned genetic engineering
of four species.
Look closely at the flower's
gorgeous, yellow center. See
the perfect whorl. Count the
petals. For my flowers I often
find thirty four. Could Luther
have counted or would he have
cared? Fibonacci—biology.
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