Smug Butchness

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If he could have a son all by himself

No wife or woman messing up the genes;

Or if from inner universe’s shelf

He fused with malest heart’s and mind’s machines

The boy of boys, no other entity

Involved, no other male or female glitch

Thrown in to ruin his identity,

Then, sovereign, this one man might deftly stitch

Together that imagined boy of boys;

Or if by cloning from his sperm alone

The manchild could be realized, no noise

From other chromosomes, that might atone.

  His egotistic greediness grows, filled —

    His utter manliness at last smirks, thrilled.