GMO

From the Wall Street Journal:  

"Born into an earlier generation, Mr. Cocioba might have spent hours writing computer programs. Instead he is at the vanguard of a millennial niche: do-it-yourself bioengineering. In place of a keyboard, he has a homemade “gene gun” that fires genetic material into plants on a blast of tiny tungsten particles.

A growing coterie of plant hackers and synthetic biology startups have their sights set on creating some bizarre and wondrous creations: glowing plants, fragrant moss and flowers that change colors when you pour beer into the soil."

 Hey, plant hackers get busy on some really useful posies --

no one wants your perfumed moss or weeds shaped like tea cozies.

We need a tree that will not break with wind and stormy sky; 

that only topples over on a lawyer strolling by.

And how about a thorn bush that shoots missiles at the backs

of constables who look like fleeing terrorists or blacks?

I'd really like a coconut that's full of super glue

that I can give to someone when I tire of their view.

Or how about a vine that strangles politicians ripe,

when they've reached their limit of baloney and of tripe?

Give me a fungus that will grow upon my meager spouse,

giving her ripe melons underneath her bursting blouse.

I'd settle for a flower without perfume, without frills,

that blossoms into bouquets of fresh twenty dollar bills.