This Be Another Verse…

It fucks us up, our DNA.
That is the sad but honest truth.
It makes our hair turn thin and grey
And sends our lipids through the roof.

It makes maths lessons wearisome,
And gives us dreadful allergies
It tortures little children
With its disorders and disease.

But it helped Beethoven to write,
And Isaac Newton to explore,
And it will never end the fight
To do, and be, a little more.

About bsixsmith

I am a writer of stories and poems - published by Every Day Fiction, The London Journal of Fiction, 365 Tomorrows and Det Poetiske Bureau - and a columnist for Quillette, Areo and Bombs & Dollars.
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2 Responses to This Be Another Verse…

  1. spottedtoad says:

    I know of someone, firstnamed Larkin who was as a small child ordered to perform “This Be the Verse” for company. Parents may not always succeed in fucking you up, but some can certainly try their best.


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