The Perfect CoupleA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeGenetic Engineering - The science of altering and cloning genes to produce a new trait in an organism or to make a biological substance, such as a protein or hormone!The Perfect Couple Florian Von Zolliner was the famous son Of an abusive dad and alcoholic mum His childhood had been a victim of abuse Later in youth, saw this coupling as scum
Relief came from their double suicide One fatal evening when he was away Studying genetic engineering in Vienna An enthusiastic intensive pupil, so they say
To clear a traumatic past and start anew Florian committed time to synthesising cells Striving the creation of recombinant DNA Mixing genetic essences in Petri dish gels
Growing knowledge of site-specific nucleases He clandestinely discovered a methodology Targeting pluripotent and embryonic stems To create all cells of a human physiology
Genome elementary variation came natural In Florian’s obsessive uncontrollable quest In a secret laboratory build for his insanity He worked all ungodly hours without rest
Two specific chambers had been installed Holding each gender self-renewable tissue Thus a biogenic soup started to daily double Emergent in adult stature wholly infused
Each new creation molecular engineered Virus free with all knowledge’s of the age Suffused with good intentions to progress A brand new Eden was their promised stage
The couple emerged from their lab cocoons To find Florian’s instructions for them to read Not to venture outside for a least forty days
As part two of his master plan would then succeed When finally venturing out upon the land No other human being was left around Florian's second brew had wiped them out
All was left for the perfect couple’s crowns Phillozofee @ 2017 © 2017 Phill Oz O'feeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 19, 2017 Last Updated on August 19, 2017 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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