Written 1\/12\/1996<\/p>\n
You dare to grow a human ear
\nUpon a mouse my friend
\nYou call yourself a Scientist
\nWhere is it going to end
\nTransgenics is a word you use
\nBut much of human thought
\nHas not yet grasped its meaning
\nOr is in its horror caught
\nAliens of gender
\nYou soulless selfish fools
\nThe ear you thought you crafted
\nWith basic human tools
\nThe higher god all seeing
\nHas realised the pain
\nExacted in the innocent
\nWho suffered once again
\nBut soon your day is coming
\nIn your place underground
\nThe trap unleashed upon you
\nPlease do not make a sound
\nFor the mice will come to nibble
\nTuned in, to your cries
\nSome will chew your testicles
\nAnd carry off your eyes
\nThey may seem demented
\nMonsters of the gloom
\nGenetically exciting
\nThe pleasures of the tomb
\nYou dared to grow a human ear
\nUpon a tiny soul
\nNow you can hear your own flesh crawl
\nInto some dark hole.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Written 1\/12\/1996 You dare to grow a human ear Upon a mouse my friend You call yourself a Scientist Where is it going to end Transgenics is a word you use But much of human thought Has not yet grasped … Continue reading