Insulator – Lab meeting 04/01/2021
It hides in black and dark genomic space
Though with enhancers it must intervene
And once called junk by many in old days
It found fame in the chicken globin gene.
The saw cHS4 had magic game
The researchers who found it thus cried out
O insulator thou art not the same
Now with you loops will never be in doubt.
But then one day a graduate student thought
I wonder how you’ll fare in landing pads
Alas her efforts always came to naught
Much time was wasted chasing it in labs.
But stay, be patient, one day you will see
It will be fucking understood by me.
Credit – Clarice Hong