Genomica

A new dawn. The same face.
Everywhere I turn, ugly little clones
Cellular symmetry staring back at me
They're all me, copy-paste genome.
I hate them. Ugly clones. Ugly little clones
My clones. They are met by nothing but disdain.
I can't stand my own DNA. Like embryonic cells
my hared incubates with every replicate they make