Spirit Of The Age

I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too

And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my

return to earth

But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you

Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead

by the time I return to earth

My time held dreams were full of you as you were

when I left, still underage

Your android replica is playing up again

it's no joke

When she comes she moans another's name

But that's the spirit of the age, that's the

spirit of tha age

I am a clone, I am not alone

Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to

the others

Everything I say is in the same tone as my test

tube brother's voice

And there's no choice between us, if you had ever

seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness

And consider every weakness something special of

your own

Being a clone I have no flaws to identify

Even this doggerel that pours from my pen

Has just been written by another twenty

telepathic men

Word for word it says

"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a

battery hen".