In the future
(As in the past)
When they want to put you away for life
They will find a hair you've shed
Or your saliva from a cup you've thrown away
And clone you in the lab
But they will abort your fetus
Just after you've grown long enough to take your blood
From a pseudo-placenta
Take it back to the scene of the crime
Spatter it perfectly themselves to fit their story

And so in the future
(As in the past)
People will become superstitious
About leaving their hair and nail clippings behind

-jenn