Cloned
Clone the children, they're better that way
Clone the children, now they can pray
My world is unaffected
Clone the god, its best when it sighs
Clone the god, it's all inserted lies
My world is unaffected
Clone the world, emotionless insanity
Clone the world, and let the children see
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
Clone the martyr, he's not needing
Clone the martyr, he quit bleeding
No salvation
No forgiveness
No redemption
My world is unaffected
poem by Corey Baker
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Clone Your Lover
CLONE YOUR LOVER
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Hello Hello
who wants the same
Hello Hello
calling your name
Hello Hello
stole your soul
Hello Hello
making you whole
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Clone
Hello Hello
you want to know
Hello Hello
who's taking control
When you're here
I don't care
what you say
what you say to me
as long as you say it to me
Clone Clone
Clone your lover
Clone your lover
Wish there was something I could do
Wish there was something else than you
Wish there was the same but new
Wish that I could be with you
song performed by by Zeromancer
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I Think Im A Clone Now
Isnt it strange
Feels like Im lookin in the mirror
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some geneticists plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
There in a petri dish late one night
They took a donors body cell and fertilized a human egg and so I say
I think Im a clone now
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
Look at the way
We go out walking close together
I guess you could say
Im really beside myself
I still remember how it began (gan-gan-gan)
They produced a carbon copy man (man-man-man)
Born in a science lab late one night
Without a mother or a father, just a test tube and a womb with a view
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Theres always two of me just a-hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And I can stay at home while Im out of town
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
Signing autographs for my fans
Come and meet the carbon copy man
Livin in stereo, its all right
Well I can be my own best friend and I can send myself for pizza so I say
I think Im a clone now
Another one of mes always hangin around
I think Im a clone now
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Ive been on oprah winfrey - Im world renowned
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
And every pair of genes is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
Thats my genetic twin always hangin around
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
cause every chromosome is a hand-me-down
I think Im a clone now (a clone now)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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In Massachusetts, scientists have created the first human clone. The bad thing is that in thirty years, the clone will still be depressed because the Boston Red Sox will still have not won a World Series.
quote by Craig Kilborn
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I guess because you study the character and you do all those things. But when it comes down to it, it's still my performance, it's still my interpretation. I'm not going to, you know, be a clone - well, I was a clone of Richard Dean Anderson!
quote by Michael Welch
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Popscene
A FERVORED IMAGE OF ANOTHER WORLD
IS NOTHING IN PARICULAR NOW
AND IMITATION COMES NATURALLY
BUT I NEVER REALLY STOP TO THINK HOW
AND EVERYONEIS A CLEVER CLONE
A CHROME COVERED CLONE AMI
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
JUST REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
[CHORUS]
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
HEY HEY COME OUT TONIGHT
POPSCENE
ALRIGHT
I'M LEAVING TOWN TO RUN AWAY
RUN INTO YOUR TWISTED ARMS
NO QUEUES AND THERE'S NO PANIC THERE
JUST DANGLING MY FEET IN THE GRASS
MY LACK OF NATURAL LUSTRE NOW
SEEMS TO BE LOOSING ME FRIENDS
SO IN THE ABSENCE OF A WAY OF LIFE
I'LL REPEAT THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
[CHORUS]
song performed by by Blur from Modern Life Is Rubbish
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared, I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves, I took photos of them with Razel's clone from above.
They were looking for material that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I realized how silly this was and just laughed.
Airport Inspectors inspected wearing gloves.
Airport inspectors kept touching Clone's face for a trace,
a trace of suspicious material that ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane and not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Aug.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll)
They say they like it, but, now in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa
And not New Wave they don't play that crap
Try beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Don't have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nit-picking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too makes me amazed
Don't want no music but, they're making you sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Ain't no messing 'round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
song performed by by George Harrison
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves I took photos of them with Razel clone above.
They where looking for material that that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I laughed to myself trying to find material that is explosive and then my camera came out,
Taking photos before I took a picture from up above.
Up above Clone's face, airport inspectors kept touching for a trace,
A trace of suspicious material that' ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as its too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank zappa
And not new wave they dont play that crap
Tyr beating your head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
I hear a clock ticking
I feel the nitpicking
I almost quit kicking at the wall
There seems a confusion, under the illusion
That they know just what will suit you all
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint got time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
Theyre so intense too makes me amazed
Dont want no music but, theyre making you
Sick with
Some awful noises that may get played
By beating their heads on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Aint no messing round with music
Give them the blood from a clone
Where will it all lead us
I thought we had freed us
From the mundane seems Im wrong again
Could be they lack roots, theyre still wearing
Jack boots theyre
Marching somewhere in the pouring rain
Beating my head on a brick wall
Hard like a stone
Dont have time for the music
They want the blood from a clone
song performed by by George Harrison
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The Human Dome
The human dome has room for home
The same dome has home for more dome
This home in the dome has room for more homes
whatever dome, with whatever home with homes,
There yields good; good that is not clone
There yields a brood not so good, ; this could be a clone
Prepare for the good, watch the brood - not so good a clone
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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My Clone
Seldom people like the setting- sun
But people like the sun which is rising…
My sun is in the west
And I feel lonely …
No rain, no wind
In my life..
No rainbow, barren
And suffering from drought
So I ordered a clone
Of myself, to kill my loneliness
and he is cent percent like me
he is all of my attitudes too
I got him
A very lovely one
Every one loves him
Now he gives me more problems than
The loneliness I used to be in before
As he has started to sleep around..
With all beauties surrounding neighbourhood..
I see green in the eye ….
I had that wish too, when I was hand some and young
But how does he come to know about this, my old wish?
Police complains, and complains from husbands
Make me mad, one day police came
And indicted me of murdering my own clone,
i am in jail
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Flesh & Bone
By: jimmy buffett
If men came from venus
And women came from mars
Then Id be lunching with my boyfriends
While you girls talked about cigars
But thats not how it happened
Evolution took a different turn
We may be creatures with some unique features
But weve still got a lot to learn
We made it nearly 20 centuries
But your monkeys with ph.d.s
Spun a web of communications
But its all still a tangle to me
I cant tell the spiders
From the dangling flies and moths
I feel like like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed
I cant fax you my love
I cant email my heart
I cant see your face in cyberspace
I dont know where to start
Im light years behind
From the age they call stone
Im a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone
I aint no clone
Im just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I aint no clone
Im just flesh and bone
Trying to get my message through
Now we live in this age of computers
They run everything in the world
And Im a little behind on this technical climb
And you are an internet girl
Ive got words but no processor
Ive got feelings but I dont know dos
So I just have to go back to basics
To try to get my point across
Desperate for a glimpse of the future
We use crystals and cards and dice
And that y2k is coming our way
Theyre talking about some worldly strife
Its time to think of simpler options
Its time to formulate a big plan b
So if your hard drive does crash
Ive got some kruggerands stashed
Come on and sail away with me
I cant fax you my love
I cant email my heart
I cant see your face in cyberspace
I dont know where to start
Im light years behind
From the age they call stone
Im a carbon based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone
I aint no clone
Im just flesh and bone
Trying to connect with you
I aint no clone
Im just flesh and bone
Lets run away to timbuktu
(spoken) oh yeah baby come on run away
Dont worry I dont byte
I might nip a little bit
Here let me get that
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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What a World
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Were even a young child
Is afraid of going home
A world in which a man
Will take innocence from a child
Now their lives are lived in fear
The memories going wild
What kind of world is this
This world I call my own
Where you'll only be accepted
If your a f***ing clone
A world so full of s***
A world so full of lies
Can you spot the liars?
Can you see it in their eyes?
A world where self expression
Is pushed and made to fall
Despised and destroyed
To boost the egos of them all
A world where daddys hit
A world where mommys scream
Both killing their children
Killing their hopes killing their dreams
A world that makes you crazy
But does that make me insane?
A world thats without morals
A world thats without shame
A world that seems so dark
A world that seems so cold
A world that kills the young
A world that scars the old
A world that kills our hopes
Shoots them out of the sky
A world that kills us all
And makes us want to die.
poem by Jocelynn Halbauer
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Rise
I rise in the moons erie light.
The shadow I shall guide.
Oh the darkness of suicide.
I live in a time with the mercy of the dammed.
Cynical and diabolical.
Judgmental and unrelenting.
Repent they say, now way not today.
A rebel with a cause.
A man so broken has been re-awoken.
I rise in the moons erie light.
Shadows I shall guide.
Paths shine as stars burn.
Call me the monster but I still remember.
This is my deliverance.
My ultimate sacrifice.
The tyranny of men must end.
A hindrance of over educated who cant relate.
I bring everything to the table.
It's another Kain and Able.
Brothers in arms.
I rise in the moons erie light.
Shadows I shall guide.
It's a slow and steady ride.
But onward I go.
I can't be silenced.
A martyr for reasons unknown.
Clone after clone.
The little soldiers march.
So much propaganda that wars don't exist in the original pretext. Lies that become truths.
Build the support for the rich.
Take it all.
This empire will fall.
I rise in the moons erie light.
Shadows I shall guide.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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One of a kind
My D.N.A’s in disarray
Genetically I am quite mad,
I just found out the other day
I never had a proper dad.
They hatched me on a petri dish.
From bits of that and bits of this
and kept it warm to incubate
How I turned out was left to fate
I finished up a vertebrate
but I will never find a mate.
In all the world I am unique
I shall not live to be antique.
I’m six feet tall and three feet broad
and I blow bubbles when I’m bored.
From both my ears I swear it’s true
Now that is something you can’t do.
My greatest hero’s Frankenstein
who was the first to recombine
Assorted parts into a whole
that could compose a barcarole.
The promised me before I die
go to that great Lab in the sky
They’ll do their best to raise a clone
so I wont feel quite so alone.
There is one snag, their plan will fail
for any clone would be a male.
I won’t be happy I am not gay
a male won’t chase my blues away.
I think I’d rather be alone
when all is said and all is done
I have no wish to procreate
a family without a mate.
For single parents life is hard
a lot of work with small reward
I’ll concentrate on breeding fish
I WILL NOT wed a petri dish.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Since You Also Love Me And I Am Married
then there
is only one solution
and i agree with
you...
clone me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I would kill the clone. That would be my first response.
quote by Elizabeth Perkins
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Cloning, wow. Who would have thought? There should be a list of people who can and cannot clone themselves.
quote by Ted Danson
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Evils Hidden
Its the nasty little sting of corrupt
Its the morbid fascination of ones mind
A certain kind of psychopathic personality
That bends, their souls, into unkind.
Its the idenity crisis, billowing inside
Its the omnipotentent grandiose of manic
Of such a beast as this
That stirs a whole site and family into panic.
Its the difference in our nationalities
For i am french-norwegian-italian and he, irish
That pulls at his grotesque psyche,
As he turns us, all into his fish.
He has his reasoning down pat
A Philosophical sort of tirade, of heck
About stealing from the poor to feed the rich
When truth be, most all, of we, live pay check to paycheck!
Its his nasty sort of darkness, that taunts
But opens us, once, a blind eye
Do believe, that if Satan is alive on Earth, today
You would find him ablaze, in this guy!
Dedicated to: The Ringleader of Poem Theft
'To clone or not to clone, that is the question'
poem by Theodora Onken
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There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?
quote by Kazuo Ishiguro
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