The test tube babies feel inside their bounds
The automatons artificial ache
The worlds a video game its fully fake
Tomorrow falls on standing waves of sounds
The gentlemen of war a quota make
Of canon fodder citing common grounds
A violent virus leaves a deadly wake
Its variant waits in wings to do the rounds
To Gilgamesh the lions are pussycats
It was an act all right to reiterate
Yet immortality appeared ersatz
A multiple of selves in superstate
The lemons join the limes on fruit machine
The buds are gorgeous grafts to evergreen
Chorus machine contraption device
