I’m trying a new theme format elsewhere

I started a new blog again; this one called, Poignant Pointed Poems & Puffery Stuffing. This time I’m trying to use the default theme that was suggested, and trying to follow “the simple steps” for new bloggers. I’m trying to use all the default “simple” features. It’s not so simple and whenever they say it’s “intuitive” and so detailed instructions are not needed, I get lost. But I thought I could start over again because all my present blogs have become disorganized and chaotic. Maybe as I layout my new book, I’ll post items to the new blog.

Fauci Tonk Blues

[A blues/rock parody can be tricky if there’s a trochee chorus(accented, unaccented), & you have a technical term of letters.“Honky Tonk Women,” has “Gimme, gimme, gimme.”But I think a blues triplet can be substituted: A triplet has three notes to one beat.Here the triplet is “CGG” (chemical names.) I met her in a gene-stoked lab in ‘olina, she…]

Met her in a gene-stoked lab in ‘olina
and showed me her furin cleavage with a sigh,
she had to spike a glycoprotein on my shoulders
’cause I just can’t seem to drink my science dry

Oh Gain-of-function women
CGG-CGG, so gimmie, the Fauci Tonk blues

She laid a CoV-2 fingerprint in Wuhan, but
I didn’t put up much of a fight,
the lady then covered me in praises
she masked my nose and then she brewed my mind

Oh gain-of-function women
CGG-CGG, so gimmie, the Fauci Tonk blues
Oh gain-of-function women
give me, gimmie, the furin cleavage blues

Gain-of-function women et. al.
give me, give me, Pandora’s brothers too

Honky Tonk Women” by The Rolling Stones
Producer: Jimmy Miller
Composers: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

The Science Suggests a Wuhan Lab Leak
The Covid-19 pathogen has a genetic footprint that has never been observed in a natural coronavirus.
By Steven Quay and Richard Muller


Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato and the Dangers of Acronyms & Initialisms

    I haven’t actually liked to talk like I’ve seen on TV shows where they say, “give me a BLT on rye.” I’ve always referred to it as a “bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich.” It only takes 2 seconds to say it so I could never see the point of saying, “gimmie a BLT.” I suppose it’s supposed to be cute and stylish so as to show affection for the sandwich. But I’d rather just eat it and say “mmmm.” I think my parents would have thought it impolite to say, “Gimmie a BLT.”
    Now it’s even worse because BLT is a type of humanized mouse used in research. They infuse several types of human immune cells into mice so those human cells can be harbored there and attacked by various test viruses. It’s a way of having human cells available for experiments without testing it on humans. It stands for (Bone (marrow)-Liver-Thymus human immune stem cells. Then they transplant human lung tissue onto the mouse to produce the ultimate test mouse: the BLT-L humanized mouse. And geez I’ve seen a lot of advertising on the internet for companies who sell BLT-L humanized mice. I would have bought one if they could talk, or if they tasted like bacon.
    Anyway, I saw that and thought to start a poem, but I think I should stop because it’s not a secret anymore. Oh well, I just thought something could be made of it. Here’s the start, and I’ll probably not bother finishing it (although, along the way I found an Italian recipe for cooking a lung to eat[when the lung is fully cooked, it whistles as the passageways collapse which they call “Sibilo Caratatteristico” in Italian):
The Secret Messages from Faustti (Draft 1)

Dear Colleague,
Congratulations on
your performance in
Die Fledermaus

Remember, for prestige, if
you have mice in the kitchen,
bacon, lettuce, and tomato with lung
is best for gaining weight, and
cook-it-up with fur in and cleavage out.

Good news at the world market:
I’ve seen humanized mice
on sale at a good price

But before working
it’s recommended that you
have a hearty breakfast of
Coratella di Abbacchio Con Carciofi

You must try the latest
Bone marrow–liver–thymic
with lung, but since it’s
tedious work it helps
to play music in the background like
“Ode to Sibilo Caratatteristico*.
And remember the song
from The King, the Bat Lady, And I :
“…whenever I feel aghast,
I whistle a cheerful tune…”
Music is infectious, but
the dance of knowledge
must go on. Good luck
and ‘break a leg’.

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez in the Hague (Draft 4)

Things escape notice
with a nod.

Originating from non-existence,
the Scientist is King, soul immaterial
because viable Science is God.

For an elegant experiment
the Death Penalty
is worth the risk.

Things escape
whisked away

Anthony Faustti is known as a hero
for his crowing expositions
on gain-of-function obfuscation

Things escape notice, a tale of
the devil in the details; failure
depends on whose details are scored.

The Death Penalty is a neighbor’s ox
worth the risk if it is gored.

Faustti not quite Richard the 3rd.
in a Shakespearean box, but

The pleas are constructed.
Oh “Context, context,” in Tony III:
“My Kingdom for a bat out of hell…”

Three million dead by gain-of-function
is a modest amount, good for overpopulation.

Plagues are normal episodes, mostly
a beneficial culling of non-scientists,
often happens in a people’s paradise
for the benefit of the Swiftian gullible
who know the poor, frail and old
will pay the price, cold-shouldered
in their malaise, hastened to oblivion

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez
say the Juvenalian are Juvenile.
Perhaps.

But measured by The Black Plague
this population reduction does not
fit a vague standard drawn by lot

Do not let be
such outrages of incompetence.
Death is needed.

In such circumstance
one would not oppose
a convening of an
ad hoc Criminal Tribunal
for “The Mechanism”
at the United Nations
(a simple firing not
being sufficient), and

needling, since
a hypodermic firing squad
is already appointed and
waiting in the wings of a bat,

let Swiftian justice call for
swift execution.
———–
*King Richard the Third, by William Shakespeare; “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!”
act 5, scene 4

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez in the Hague (Draft 2)

Things escape notice.

Born from a place of non-existence,
the Scientist is King.
Science is God.

For an elegant experiment
the Death Penalty
is worth the risk.

Things escape.

Anthony Faustti is known as a hero
for his masterful expositions
on gain-of-function obfuscation

Things escape notice.
The devil’s in the details.
It depends on whose details.

The Death Penalty is a neighbor’s ox
worth the risk to gore.

Faustti not quite Richard the 3rd.

The pleas.
Oh “Context, context,” in Tony III:
“My Kingdom for a bat out of hell…”

Three million dead by gain-of-function
is a modest amount, helps with overpopulation.

Plagues are normal
a beneficial culling of mostly non-scientists,
often happens in a people’s paradise
for the benefit of the Swiftian gullible
who know the poor, frail and old who are
tired in their malaise, and expendable

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez
say the Juvenalian are Juvenile.
Perhaps.

But measured by The Black Plague
the population reduction is not up to standard.

Such an outrage of incompetence
can not be tolerated. Death is needed.

In such circumstance
one would not oppose
a convening of an
ad hoc Criminal Tribunal
for “The Mechanism”
at the United Nations
(a simple firing not
being sufficient), and

needling,
a hypodermic firing squad
already appointed and
waiting in the wings of a bat,

let Swiftian justice call for
swift execution.

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez in the Hague (Draft 0)

Anthony Faustti is an anti-hero
for his masterful expositions
on gain-of-function obfuscation

The pleas.
Oh “Context, context,” in Tony III:
“My Kingdom for a bat out of hell…”

Three million dead by gain-of-function
is a modest amount, helps with over population.

Plagues are normal
a beneficial culling of mostly non-scientists,
often happens in a people’s paradise
for the benefit of the Swiftian gullible
who know the poor, frail and old who are
tired in their malaise, and expendable

Faustti, Collards, and Sheez
say the Juvenalian are Juvenile.
Perhaps.

But measured by The Black Plague
the population reduction is not up to standard.

Such an outrage of incompetence
can not be tolerated. Death is needed.

In such circumstance
one would not oppose
a convening of an
ad hoc Criminal Tribunal
for “The Mechanism”
at the United Nations
(a simple firing not
being sufficient), and

needling,
a hypodermic firing squad
already appointed and
waiting in the wings of a bat,

let Swiftian justice call for
swift execution.

The Secret Messages from Faustti (Draft 0)

Dear Colleague,
Congratulations on
your performance in
Die Fledermaus

Remember, for prestige, if
you have mice in the kitchen,
bacon lettuce and tomato with lung
is best for gaining weight, and
cook-up with fur in and cleavage out.

Good news at the world market:
I’ve seen humanized mice
on sale at a good price

But before working
it’s recommended that you
have a hearty breakfast of
Coratella di Abbacchio Con Carciofi

You must try the latest
Bone marrow–liver–thymic
with lung, but since it’s
tedious work it helps
to play music in the background like
“Ode to Sibilo Caratatteristico*.
And remember the song
from The King, Bat Lady, And I :
“…whenever I feel aghast,
I whistle a cheerful tune…”
Music is infectious, but
the dance of knowledge
must go on. Good luck
and ‘break a leg’.