Have a creaky seat
five from the middle,
biology back row.

Enjoy your 
lab supplement 
two hours each Tuesday,
this class for non-majors
is really too easy
unless, of course,
you dislike
or do not understand
electron configuration,
genetic diseases, 
and theories concerning
the common descent of man. 

Feel free to descend
to the ape-like behavior
of the other science-haters
in your laboratory section

or with your lab partners
mentally decompose
as you watch the caterpillar
you were supposed to help grow
into a bright butterfly

rot in its own poop,
swirled like dark mold
in a food mixture
that resembles applesauce  
blended in a small scoop
of tapioca pudding.

This appetizing image
you can recall 
when dieting
or listening
to the lecture portion
of this four hour credit
in Kivett Hall.

The ninety minute classes
are quite entertaining-
glaring white slides
filled with words
pertaining to Na and Cl, 

explaining
how Pb & J lead to obesity
which could aggravate
hypertension
almost as well as
cumulative exams
on irrelevant information,

and the PowerPoint presentation
is also verbose
about morose human conditions
that are fascinatingly gross, 

it’s filled with pictures taken 
with powerful zoom
of colorful pus
and other effects
of diseases that loom
like questions
from classmates
who think the room
waits for their insight.

“Bio” means life
“Logy” means study
”Section 101” is
An old DaVinci code joke,
the translation is vague,
but many have spoken
concerning the nature
of this aged academic attempt
to poke fun at the student
who’s not biologically bent
or chemically inclined 
to develop a
scholarly
scientific
mind. 

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