On my back, head to sky
Limbs flounder to grasp the cloud
A drowning man, reaching for root or rye
Silent as a flea, I was loud
In my head, covered in powdery shroud.
I am the confused one. Tribolium
confusum. Named for slapstick comedy
Value. When I flip, I don't get up.
Trip on flat ground, a daily tragedy
Life of a Bohemian rhapsody.
Now amongst trials and tribulations,
I trip again. Some six score troll
Plays a game like God on nations
In the Middle. I am not in control
group, in tests of heat and acid, I roll.
Through inferno and caustic baths,
Haunted lectures and daunting exams,
Unjust judges' de-grading wraths,
I will persist. I will be no sham
Immortal from nukes of university exams,
Darwinian survivor, Tribolium confusum.
-Wren
Note: A Tribolium confusum is a flour beetle that is flightless, defenseless, and seemingly clueless. It likes to flip itself on its back a lot, and most of the time, it takes them a long time to get back upright. However, these guys are prolific around the world's grain silo and can survive high radiation. The confused flour beetle is a true inspirational creature, and a silly one to boot.
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