According To Webster

Poem By Laurence Overmire

Some would call him an
A short, rod-shaped, Gram-negative
Free living in nature
Typically inhabiting the intestinal tracts
Of humans and other

I call him a salesman.

(Previously published in Maelstrom, Vol.3, Issue 2)

Comments about According To Webster

I am a fan..............................................
let us all hope they never evolve to prions then

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