A drop of sweat runs down my cheek
as I slip on my rubber glove
for it's tonight that I will seek
to clone a human embryo.
I shall create in my test tube
the perfect spouse I never knew
who'll take my car to Jiffy Lube
and fetch me beers and cook me stew.
We'll take roadtrips and play some chess
and cope with high doses of stress
but in the end I'll always be
truthful to her, and her to me.
We'll sit in front of our PC
and laugh out loud each time we see
postings by those who like to think
that all that science does is stink.
I know that some will think I'm mad
and that I'll burn in hell, how sad,
but what the heck, she'll be with me,
for if I'm evil, so is she.
You see, my friend, one thing is for sure;
the thrust of science will endure.
For too long has this country felt
the tightness of its Bible Belt!
Alex Abuin
