Hybrid

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 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