The Postdoc's PrayerBy the way, I am not making this up: I did my genetics work in the laboratories of Drs. Davy and Grace Jones. Which were down the hall from a geology annex. With a rock grinder.
Our advisor, who art in research,
Funded be thy lab.
Thy postdocs scrum,
around the rum,
on Friday, sometime 'round eleven.
Give us this day our papers read,
and forgive us our hangovers,
as we forgive those fucking geologists,
who never turn off their rock grinder,
no matter how nicely we ask.
For thine is the key,
to the storeroom, with the enzymes,
and all of our data.
(A musician now, you say?)