Science Fiction

Years past long ago,


People knew of his greatness


His time had come to produce sons


He fell deathly ill with orange measles


In an empty room he died penniless


It began now and got progressively worse


As nightmares began to take form


His daughter was dear but lost


Her large eyes attracted and hypnotized


As like a turbulent sea


Her ways were fancy free


She was now an orphan


She was found by the mortician


Wailing painfully over her father's casket


A very pale man took her into his home


She soon was to be his wretched wife


His property was her body and mind


She met her new playmate Disirea


They played cruel games with butterfly's


Talking as possessed children do


Their fairy tale world whirled


The future was nothing real


They danced on wild roses in private hells


He would bang upon a grand piano


His mind was thinking schemes


Deep in the thoughts of science


As new lusts would naturally happen


From dark seeds of new ambitions


To bring about a new order into existence


Life from science to code the genes of


Genetically Altered Females


Oh yes Females on the new millenium




Learn of secret experiments


I can not hold to my chest


Burst from the valves of my heart


Now keep your tongue



This scientific progress is genius


The new world order from women


From the light of new devices and


Great genetic mutation instruments


Dark pleasures for new convenience


From my hidden laboratory full of wonder


Turning fears into breakthrough science


Behold the most useful of experiments


Fast air pumps and organ manipulators


An advanced collector of body fluids


The creation of the modern woman


A chemical biological alchemy to enhance


Elegance combined with wider hips


An improved pair of breasts


A female ready for production


Of both money and affection


In short: "Everyman's female"


The test of many dead people


My glory of extreme ambition


For my own private harem


To the glory of science!


Science yes science!


Oh yes!


You will thank me someday hence!


For the future replacements!


You will thank me someday I promise.


(c) Mark Guttman

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