THE RUB

Posted on July 26, 2021 by | 4 Comments

Forgive the fruit flies

their penchant for wine,

their bitter taste

 

and I

for defying nature

with a lid.

 

There is no end to it,

the assault

to comfort and convenience.

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4 responses to “THE RUB”

  1. Conrad Carlberg | July 26, 2021 at 3:37 pm | Reply

    Was it Mr. Alf or Mr. Smith who first taught us about drosophila melanogaster, and did you then proceed to defy nature with a lid or did you wait until USC?

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  3. jeg | July 27, 2021 at 5:55 am | Reply

    Hmmm………”more accurately, the vinegar fly”.

    Maybe you ought to drink better wine???

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