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WARNING: suicide (by slitting wrists) and rather inhumane besides
they always said he was special
a miracle
beyond belief
the ultimate triumph at last
greatest achievement of modern medicine
proof of scientific genius
and anything else they could think of
he always knew he was special
they followed
only him
watching whenever they could
laden with cameras and microphones
and bright lights and gaudy logos
and anything else they could think of
but he tired of being special
locking the door
lifting the razor
they said it was a failed experiment
that he couldn't handle society
or he was dangerous because nobody knew
and anything else they could think of
He didn't matter to them. He was just a clone. When will this become reality?
Poetry is funny. I walked half a mile to listen to the peepers for inspiration. I came back, wrote some junk about them, and then this. Strange how ethics made a better poem than a warm spring night.
I've always known that if I leave, it will be by slitting my wrists...
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