Per written request,
I asked to be cloned.
I placed my hopes
In world without end,
And foresaw no way
To live forever.
I wanted the double portion,
And Elijah’s mantle.
Request ignored.
I wasn’t important
Enough to make the cut,
Sifted like a lamb
At the county stock show—
Common pedigree,
Underfed,
And improperly handled.
-jenn long
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