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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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Drix Ranze is the name, I'm the Mashe of Earth, Totally in charge of each and every human birth. Appointed for life by the High Abbeth of Phapes, Renown for reconfiguring humans from the apes. The average life span of a Phapanite clears, Equal to one hundred million human years. For us, a thousand light-year journey's as tiny, As a one way trip to the island of Hawaii. We engineered the current size of the human brain, Higher intelligence is much more useful to tame. For use of tools we gave opposable thumbs, For diets, new teeth were grown from human gums. Thousands of changes we put humans through, As a created species, all humans were brand new. Then into the unknown future, humans were hurled, Left alone to develop their own modern world. And now a new reconfiguration has come, To our redesign, human beings must succumb. We'll spread out changes over the next million years, To keep changes invisible and minimize man's fear. First to go are the genitals because there'll be no need, Cloning will replace sexual reproduction by the seed. Machines are more efficient, so legs will disappear, Feet will be flatter, attached directly to the rear. Again, we'll double the human brain in its size, The nose, just a hole between three night visioned eyes. Heads and bodies will share an egg-shaped frame, No navel, no neck but their arms will be the same. Former functions will be replaced by implanted chips, Their thoughts will be shared, no use for their lips, TV shows and movies will be shown inside their mind, The same technology cures the deaf, dumb and blind. If there comes a need, to move from place to place, They'll link to a Segway where their mind will interface, Out the door, down the porch, from their own driveway, To fly one hundred miles per hour across the blue skyway, When Phapanites reevaluate the depth of our success, We hope not to have created another complete mess, The New Reconfiguration's aim advances unafraid, As humans will reap the benefit of any changes we've made.
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