"I got these socks in Beijing
twenty years ago -- and they're
still as good as new" I told our
dinner guests.
They all dropped to the floor
to gaze under the table at
my socks.
Dark green, they are --
with fuzzy white specks.
"Woven from spruce thread"
I told them, once they had
reseated themselves.
The socks were a gift from
Jiang Zemin during a trade
conference in Beijing.
I was there as a junior
plenipotentiary.
We successfully renegotiated
cottonseed oil quotas.
Then went on to Malaysia
to arbitrate the annual copra appraisal.
That's where I learned that latex dentures
were just an urban myth.
The State Department was
very interested in my information,
I can tell you that.
But my professional detachment
began to crumble a few years ago --
and my resignation caused few ripples
in Foggy Bottom;
I slipped away as quietly as
smoke drifting through a picket fence.
Now, with Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos,
and Warren Buffet,
I'm investigating the possibilities
of duckweed.
It thrives in polluted water,
absorbing heavy metals.
It's been used as livestock fodder
for centuries.
Compressed into bricks, it
burns much cleaner and hotter
than coal.
And the thread-like roots
can be spun into a durable
green fabric.
Like that used in my socks
from Jiang Zemin.
Joe Biden wants in, big time.
He's ponied up several trillion dollars
for our startup.
And to top it off,
Oprah is interested in starting
her own Duckweed Culinary Institute
to discover nutritious applications of
duckweed in urban food deserts . . .
If only God were still alive
to see me now!
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