On a cold 4am I ruminate
About personal hell & prisons among other things
If bad times in a sequence align
That would be my perfect intron defined
Also if all your happy days become exons
Wouldn’t you kill to be the master of splice?
But life aint replete with that kind of choice
Left us with a silly dance of nucleotides
But it’s your life. So Transcript and translate.
Screw how some haters decide to mutate!