Frankenstein clones roam far and wide
like their legs, in a constant stride
pine box, the in-between, unable to hide
as bodies collide cheering the trip, the ride
creating monsters with no will to confide
in another's mind
never mind the heart as it pumps
an artificial design.
God bless the goosebumps
too bad, Gods benign.
Ignore the ripples of a flooded effect
just indulge the pretty faced words they erect
and get upset that a dam overflown makes a poor architect
a hazardous slip 'n' slide born from neglect
give way to suspect subjects born of retrospect
to the heartless one track intellects
with heavy hesitations to reconnect
just disaffection for the new incoherent dialect.
God bless the objectified disrespect
for we know you'll never interject.