Rhyming Genes

Pieces twist and 

come on scene,

Ts and Gs and 

adenine? 

No, not they, 

it's only me

Singing, rhymimg, 

drinking tea. 

What? 

You say I'm crazy too? 

Perhaps you want me 

to unscrew...

Creeping, crawling, 

rising high,

These little things 

twist way up nigh. 

Pricking round, 

entangling me,

The long grasping vines 

call out with glee.  

What could they want? 

Well who's to say. 

But I know they won't stop 

till the blood's flowed astray.  

Curling cross 

your toes and knees,

They'll climb so high

Even you won't see.  

They'll blind your eyes,

They'll gag your mouth,

They'll tie your hands,

They'll drag you south.  

They'll slash

They'll rip

They'll tear

They'll gnash.

Break.

Crack.

Shriek.

Gasp. 

These little things begin to rasp.  

My little Ts and Gs and Cs

Nucleotides I arrange as I please.  

You see, I'm crazy,

But you are too.  

And if you're not, 

Just wait.