Bioethics 101 Poem by Hyperion Cartel

Wandering through the street market
Feeling bad for wagging recess
And wondering how to pay my way
Out of this obliterated ad-hoc mess

Blood-money glitters from the road
It looks so beautiful
So I slash my wrists
Cut my losses
And cough up by the bucketful

He told me he’d free me from my debt
Despite the illusion of free trade
“Just sign in blood on the dotted line
No need to work but you’ll still get paid”

So I rode a dragon out of my dreams
And I chased him to the woods,
Was mishandled, branded, bubble-wrapped
And sold off as damaged goods

Hanging back down the twilight market
I feel burned, and now I shall confess
That I’m wondering if I should barter for
A bit of this nuclear darkness…

Every bloody dropp
Of filthy lucre
Smelled so damn beautiful
But now I sure am spewing
Curdled blood by the bucketful