a study toward sonnet #1,041 by FisherKingKQJ
You've got one or two grey hairs on your head,
Your hairline has receded, you're not bald;
Your skin is smooth, your laughlines but thread,
Your pinch rosy cheeks are Time's odd scald.
What will you say to folk who are appalled
With your slow pyrrhic conquest of the clock?
Your forgetfulness being soon overhauled
With steel hip joints and teeth implants ad hoc?
Why don't you let your piles of cash unlock
A universe strung parallel through past,
Clone your heir from immune deficient stock
Who badly hurt could grow a new leg fast.
Learn regrowth from lowly salamander,
Conquer Time, as just Death's feeble slander.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 salamander
o $10,000,000 gecko
o $10,000,000 newt
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