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PCR Idol​
Toy plastic,
Pink cactus costume-wearing bear,
Personal PCR idol,
Totem of laboratory Paganism.
You stand to four-legged attention,
Ready to guard,
With your Japanese-styled cuteness,
Bristled in darkened spikes,
Inhibitors and foreign DNA,
Beware!
But I am a scientist,
So you do nothing, but
Lie forgotten in the orange shadows
Of running thermocyclers,
Collecting contaminants and dust.
I wipe you down with seventy-five percent ethanol,
And pack you away,
To another sterile room,
Air thickened by humming machines and
Sweet smelling nucleic acid destroyers.
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