Scum

In the beginning
a hydrothermal vent lets loose
and mumbles, jumbles, bumbles,
of single cells form a juice,
a soup, a pudding,
a veritable Eton Mess,
a Riot Club of amoebas join
and while Spectators watch
the growth of a lifeform quite sinister,
you could almost believe,
given time,
this primordial scum might just evolve
and one day become Prime Minister.

Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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