Don't Clone Me, Bro Poem by John W. McEwers

Don't Clone Me, Bro



I see that look in your eye, brother.
Like you think I should be preserved in a jar
and my DNA should be saved and used
to create a new John W McEwers.
One that might get it right.

I've seen that look before, brother. And she was wrong too.
I can be trusted only to disappoint.

My son is in jail.

Sunday, April 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: science
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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