RuBP*

Ode To RuBP a Clone of Katie Lee

I'm skipping in my own skin, listening to beauty around me,
Everything is different, since I have found wonder and delight.
Listen to me now, while I unfold to you the story,
Of someone that I met, and how intersecting lives took flight.

One day, I was riding on the subway,
And I was thinking there was no way, that the world had come to this.
People, seemed so depressed to simply be alive,
Like they were planted here just to survive, not burst out into song.

Look at you, I felt like yelling but I guess I knew,
That they would point at me like I just flew, from the Sheraton on Mars.
There I was, with nothing to do but feel all depressed,
Because the subway had so well compressed, that much sadness and despair.

I didn't know, how to escape from such a pit of woe,
I sunk down waiting for the tears to flow, enough to turn us into fish.
Before the flood, came a thought smarter than a spelling bee,
Something that might just deliver me, like a pizza from my mind.

Then I, I guess just like some ordinary guy,
Took my 82 and then began to try, and see the meaning of point q.
I searched, and eventually I think I found,
That calculations make a saintly sound, when directed with your heart.

The next thing was, so much more saintly than the lot because,
It sucked me smiling from dirt and scuzz, and onto a higher plain.
I looked up, when I had put the function over pi,
And saw a figure that just seemed to fly, on phosphorescent wings.

She slipped along, like a hallucinated bird of song,
I almost wanted to go slam the gong, that would bring me down to earth.
What was this, a cruel and tempting fantasy,
A TV made insanity, sent by Satan UPS.

But then, came something that would make a den,
Of hungry wolves stand back and let a hen, peck slowly past their paws.
She stopped, In front of me and looked me in the eye,
As if I really was the kind of guy, with whom she might share dessert.

I sensed her, like zebra feels a lion purr,
Some frightened straggler with untidy fur, yes that's just how I felt.
Then it came, it was a second that won't leave my mind,
'Til melons come with or without a rind, she began to speak to me.

Mister, she said, I'm not your sister, she said,
I'm not a Tropicana Twister, she said, but I'd like a word with you.
My name, she said, is simply RuBP, she said,
And if your world is free, she said, won't you spend some time with me.

Don't worry, she said, I'm in no hurry, she said,
I live longer than a mummy, she said, 'cause I'm an angel from above.
St Peter, she said, is really quite a guy, she said,
And so he let me fly, she said, down to master the TI.

What d'ya say, she said, what's in your way, she said,
We could program every day, she said, the seven wonders at our side.
Listen on, she said, remember zooming in, she said,
On increments where no one's been, she said, it's a beauty of a sin.

And so I went with her, my TI in my hand, to the ends of the earth.
And since, even when I hear sorrow weaving through cement walls.
I can't stop singing.

RuBP I wish, that you could fall in love with me,
Your angel's features, are all that I can really see.
RuBP, I'll never forget you,
Even when you're blessing things from up there in the clouds.

RuBP I wish, that you could fall in love with me,
Your angel's features, are all that I can really see.
RuBP, I'll never forget you,
So when you write a program don't forget think of me.

So now, when you and someone have a major row,
Or an elephant decides to plow, into your new Rolls Royce.
Remember, that fateful morning in December,
When RuBP became the bearer, of news that changed my sphere.

I'm skipping in my own skin, listening to beauty around me,
Everything is different, since I have found wonder and delight.
Nothing can compare, to RuBP's stunning beauty,
And if it weren't for my TI, I might never have beheld that sight.

*RuBP, or Rubulose Biphosphate, is a 5-Carbon molecule essential to photosynthesis. Its particular role is in the Calvin Cycle, where it is broken down into 3-Carbon molecules and eventually becomes glucose.