Once I was a bacterium
in Cleopatra's armpit--
That was an interesting
woman to live with
(like being downstairs from an endless
tragic nightclub sports-arena!)
She had ordered a bath
with an asp to go
when I and several hundred thousand of us
were gently carried off
in a cozy rose-soapy flood
into a river of richer scents
and at last we could sleep
without plots and terror and rages
or too much of that fun
cats and primates make such a fuss about!
While we missed the nightly news
of what was happening in Egypt
there were crocodiles and fish and hippos
with their own stories going on.
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