Cliques and pranks,
and furtive hookups;
a horrifying backdrop
for manufactured playthings.
The bemused child of no privilege
through some chaotic predestination
flips his tail with threats
as if a monster, a menace,
or a cannibal’s prey,
embracing his gruesome lot
in one blockbuster trade.
Don’t be timid;
with empathy and remorse,
bolster his confidence,
so the embryonic clone
can escape the petri dish.
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