tits up...

if I were a god which I'm not
it's not true
where might I start in the
making of you?...

hmm...first I'd find me a world
a bespoke work indeed 
and of course I would fill it
with bird tree and seeds

take intelligent genetics
create scenario labs
watch my humanoid rats
grow react and expand

and the purpose would be?
to create perfect man
a species where soul could
not come to a harm

a perfection of species
fit for gods with no warts
a safe house of sorts
for my great alien lords

who at present have minds
but no flesh bones to walk
no lips to eat bread, to drink
wine or to talk

and as time is no issue
there'd be no rush at all
where the plan goes tits up
i'd not care...not at all...

take out a few thousand...
birth a few thousand more
pour over data and re work
the score

and all the while watching
and scheming and planning
the ultimate goal
to find perfecto genes

i'd not care of the chaos or
screaming or carnage
everything living is end
to a means

so beware little human
there is nowt as it seems
life is no more than this...
god like alien dreams

M P 26/5/22