Cloning ME!A Poem by Athenajust a short rant!
I remember that day
When I was Cloned; I was at My emotional zenith, The day I met Me. I liked Me. I was charming and witty, Always a gentleman; Best of all, I was handsome. I and Me had many conversations, We got along well. We discussed the weather, sports, women, and song; Then Me and I had Our fun. I and Me went to a park; We played long and hard With great delight, Until a beautiful woman came upon our way. She was attracted to Him over Me (Or is that I over He, since He is Me?) This attraction had happened before, where He got her (Or is that I got she?) Well, I had enough; Me had done this one too many times to I. I devised a plot to kill Me, Where Me could be in death, yet I still alive. One night, while Me slept, But I was awake, I took our gun And slowly entered His, or My, room. There I lay, I looked so peaceful; I had no idea what was to happen. I raised the gun to My head And rested My finger on the trigger. It was done, I had killed Me. I was relieved, Never again would I be jealous of Me, For I am only I, no longer I and Me. There remains one problem: Am I I, or am I Me? When I, or He, was Cloned, The Clone, whether He or Me, Knew everything that the original knew. You tell Me, who am I? I or Me? All this happened, The day I met Me. © 2011 AthenaReviews
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