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My Soul to Keep Intact

 

Somehow I pray the Lord

 

(Along with complement of harpsichord

In hopes He’ll not be bored)

 

My soul to keep

Intact, complete

 

Preserved by cryogenics

On the cheap

 

To save my great genetics

For future epidemics.

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Quillsvein1

18 years 8 months ago

haha

you are quite the sophisticated comedian, chuck: "To save my great genetics/For future epidemics"--awesome. Clever, humorous poem!
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Patricia_legacy

18 years 8 months ago

future epedemics

I loved this poem Chuck. I laughed out loud when I read the ending. Very clever. Patricia
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 7 months ago

You arrogant old shit!

but I feel quite the same, a slightly younger arrogant old shit. I have never reproduced but I feel my genetics, if surviving future epidemics, might have something to offer. Despite my offensive "subject" this touched me, thanks Chuck cheers, Jess