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Every day, it seems, we learn about new wonders cooked up by the modern Frankensteins in their labs. But what of the consequences...?
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Carcinogens here, carcinogens there.
Insidious fleshmines inhaled with the air.
They settle in delicate tissues, and so
explode into Death after decades below.
Mutated hormones injected in kine:
great steaks (and side effects way down the line).
Bio-tech bacon for breakfast by Mommy;
chemical war via lunchmeat salami.
Planeloads of pesticides sprayed from the sky.
Sperms which are crooked, swim backwards, and die.
Chemi-cholesterol, synthetic fats;
two-headed chickens and green glowing cats.
Cars by the millions en route to the mall,
gasoline flatulence smothering all.
Soot from the stacks of our cyanide plant
help us maintain that carcinogen slant.
Carcinogens high, carcinogens low.
There is no escape. It's too late, doncha know?
The worst oxymoron that I've ever heard:
"Clean Living".
Now honestly, ain't that absurd?
LW
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/9/2010 |
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Truly we seem determined to "do it to ourselves," lolanthe. A most apt and timely write from you. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill |
7/9/2010 |
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Yeah...pretty absurd! Thought provoking. We are all mutated in one way or another. Life as we used to know it doesn't exist anymore.
Peace,
Dayvid |
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