Tuesday, January 22, 2008

A Poem About Cryonics.

Do you suppose
You'd remove your clothes
So you could be froze
Cryonically?

Can't scratch your nose
In that unmoving pose
When your body goes
Cryonically.

Ewes, lambs, and does
Have never arose
When their heartrate slows
Cryonically.

Your hair never grows
From head to your toes
When your body stows
Cryonically.

At the mercy of foes
Your brain will dispose
So please don't be froze
Cryonically.

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