Poetry for the Biomedical-Masses

Remember how I met this fellow Mike, from the Gilliland lab?

Well he had told us that he had a blog full of poetry with a slight tinge of ... translational-research.

Here's a taste from his blog (at his myspace page):

Wonka bars

She was not simple to attain
But once she arrived she fed me
She was complicated but it was understood
Once I got her everyone else wanted her
But she was mine and everyone else could only see her
she was my oasis and even though I would wander
her riches brought me back
when I first met her and brought her to the big ball
then they all knew about her and expected her to come
she dazzled them with new diamonds and even gowns
the public always wanted more
she made me a celebrity
she took me all over the world
and I could only watch her great powers

Oh where oh where is my sugar mama gene