DNA, exploding in rapturous sin
It's the place where we all must begin
It determines  our next of kin
It helps explain the shape were in
We really have nothing to say
About who's involved in this grandiose play
We are all victims of fate
When  two people decide to replicate
We all must eat what's on our plate
It's beyond our control, there is no debate
It all comes down to a  roll of the dice
Sometimes it's sevens, sometimes its snake eyes
The results vary in every shape and size
It can be a curse or a blessing in disguise
The fortunate felines that have it made
The not so fortunate who would gladly trade
One thing about physical beauty, it's bound to fade
It's the inner beauty that's here to stay.