Illicit solariums of my nativity

A lachrymal tale of how I came to be

Starting when aromatic genus

Of the Marijuana were spliced

With the genes of mice

And soon failed, but continued to splice

Until finally succeeding

In bio-cultivating deeds

Creating new life forms

Origin of man and seed

But not like you

The mice they knew everything intellectually

Specifically they had

Hate for human beings

For years of experiments

And infecting them with disease...

Hybrids

Dagga, a plant of peace and love

I'm torn between who I am

When you create internally

All you need is love

It becomes an emotional body

Inner animus

But when you create externally

You don't need no love

All you need is the calculating mind

Thus producing a being

With only a left brain

With no compassion or sense... hybrid

An army grown of weed and mice

To replace man

Able to withstand famine and disease

Compulsive habits

Of environment destroyed

Unable to reproduce

Without Scientology

Soon the world will be run by artificial intelligence designed to control population growth

Humans slowly become obsolete

When cloning life is similar

To that of the greys

Instead of test tubes

And cattle mutilations

But through horticulture of spliced DNA

Derived from Marijuana and mice

Our world will be controlled

By the rich, slaves

And pollution withstanding... Hybrids