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He said that it was a good idea.
He scanned my palm, cut my hair
and made me a clone.
I needed a kidney.
They said that would save me
so I complied.
I taught him how to walk.
I taught him how to talk.
He was mine.
And then one day in transgenic bliss
my life was blown away like a mist
over a mountain in the morning,
my glory short lived.
I was gone.
They never noticed.
He took my job.
It really was a good idea to clone myself.
The world would have lost a great accountant.
Now they wonder why the economy is the way it is.
He scanned my palm, cut my hair
and made me a clone.
I needed a kidney.
They said that would save me
so I complied.
I taught him how to walk.
I taught him how to talk.
He was mine.
And then one day in transgenic bliss
my life was blown away like a mist
over a mountain in the morning,
my glory short lived.
I was gone.
They never noticed.
He took my job.
It really was a good idea to clone myself.
The world would have lost a great accountant.
Now they wonder why the economy is the way it is.
Published 23rd Mar 2013
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24th Mar 2013 2:08pm
I like the ideas in this poem, perhaps you should consider adding another stanza between the 3rd and 4th? It felt a little abrupt and to me I would consider adding a bridge, calming of sorts or something- but it isn't nessessary because he way you cut right into your death feels like its supposed to be an abrupt end, which is pretty realistic to me.
