Ill-advised and over sanitised
Insanely scrubbed and cleaned
Misguided in our health pursuits
Over treated and machined
We over do the medicines
That scrub and scour our gastral pipes
Skim away good reinforcements
To suffer disinfected gripes
Our life maintaining micro-bods
That keep our vigour and our shape
Along with all our less desirables
Flushed away by sterile scrape
Not much security in purity
We’ve let obsession drive our life
Not by washing hands or cleaning pans
Down where digestion suffers strife
Our microbe team can keep us lean
They send us messages succinct
We must increase their population
And listen to our ‘Gut-Instinct’
Professor Tim Spector STORY LINK |
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