Send In The Clones (To The Tune Of 'send In The Clowns') Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

Why aren't we rich, we made a pair?
Looking at me on the ground,
While still standing there
Send in the clones.

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?
I've got some new DNA
Who cares if we're sued?
Where are the clones?
Send in the clones.

The government says that they don't agree,
Still checks from the FDA come directly to me

Making a person again, changing their hair,
A face without lines;
Just a little repair.

Don't you love sham?
A slight travesty,
I thought that you'd want what I want,
Stem Cell mockery
But where are the clones
There ought to be clones
Quick send in the clones

What a surprise!
Who could foresee
I thought I was so unique
Now thirty of me!
Why only now can I see
That you've drifted away?
I've doubled life on this earth
In one single day
Why aren't we rich, we made twelve pair?
I see myself all around
Just look over there and there and there
And where are the clones
Quick send in the clones
Don't bother, they're here.