baa baa blurred sheep

My genes are determined not by
rain on clover
or the smell of march wool
nor the ways of the organisms burrowing in the soil
not of the ram's passion
or the bumble bees' good works

I am made in the image of efficiency and profit
I am monetized and capitalized and idolized
my genes are set and known
and preferable
to a pesky little thing called natural selection.
baa baa,
whatever.