I, The Clone Poem by Barry Stebbings

I, The Clone



So that I would not live alone,
My parents thought I should be a clone.
They cloned at first two then four,
Then they cloned just four more.
Being the first parents in the nation
Practicing exponential regeneration
They tried again to double the brood
Using methods not fully understood.
Breeding at this prodigious rate
I soon numbered two thousand and forty eight.
And, allowing for those not now alive,
Next became four thousand and sixty five.
So I continued to expand,
Filling up towns throughout the land,
And, some years after the age of consent
Held all the seats in Parliament.
And so it's easy now to see
How I became my own M.P.
When I numbered six million and forty two,
I was army, navy and air force too.
At ten billion three hundred and twenty eight,
I became head of every state,
And, depending on my point of view
Deposed myself with war and coup.
So by accident or by intent
Became first global President.
Now four trillion seven hundred and ninety three
The only person in the world is me.

Sunday, June 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: me
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jette Blackstone 01 November 2017

Love this! I love it when poetry includes numbers and science and this one did not disappoint...and political commentary to boot. Nice.

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Rod Mendieta 27 August 2017

This is first rate class poetry for me: quite intelligent, a bit tongue-in-cheek, conveying original thoughts with obvious poetic skills. A more than welcomed read after tons of frankly quite 'forgettable' stuff here.

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Barry Stebbings 28 August 2017

Thank you very much, Rod.

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Chinedu Dike 25 June 2017

The work of an active imagination embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Very insightful. Thanks for sharing Barry.

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Barry Stebbings 04 July 2017

Thank you for commenting, Chinedu. It was first written in the days of Dolly the sheep.

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