Pevolution Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The path towards parthenogenesis
though today’s Science Fiction may seem,
tomorrow shall egg on, no pen*s is
indispen[i]sable, that's a pipe dream!

I'm top clone, all alone, when full grown path is shown
you're small beer, shiver, fear revolution full-blown,
know no meager I, no Omega, why? You'll see
Alpha Plus who time's bus will not miss, thus shall be
lord of all clones on call, former ways overthrown,
none forestall progress, tall I shall grow, seed is sown.

It is clear to those here though they jeer now will hear
how I'll steer as top tier, interfere far and near,
financier, balladeer, all shall cheer. No frontier
will appear, persevere, till premier and amir.