When I don't feel like cooking
and get hungry
I go to McDonald's
and order a bacon cheeseburger
and a McChicken.
And as I eat the pillowy bread
spongy meat
and bite into the little cubes of onion
I feel guilty.
The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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