All the many lotteries
Every body totes around—
With three-billion plus base pairs,
Even tiny error rates
Produce a few mutations,
And even though most of those
Are blips, insignificant,
There’s bound to be a body
Holding a losing ticket,
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Winning tickets are rarer,
Still—still inevitable.
In the nature of nature,
Never’s inescapable.
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