What I'm getting ready to lay out for you
You might find incredible but it's nothing new
In today's world you're as good as *******
If there's no more than two or three of you
That's why I'm fixing to make a couple of clones
That I can sit back and call my very own
One for the office and one for home
With the three of me no one the wiser will know
The one at the office I'll teach to say yes sir
Keeping his lips pursed, a genuine **** kisser
Of course he won't have to do all that much work
They'll all get suspicious if he goes overboard
The clone at home will love the wife and the kids
Wash the dogs, the cars, make sure the cat's fed
Mow the yard if there's any time left
Then round about 9pm start nodding his head
While the real me will be down in the Keys
Living it up in Florida luxury
The only action from now on that I'm going to see
Are the bluest of waves as they're pounding the beach
So who could blame me for going it clone
Things are much easier when you don't go it alone
Would have done it much sooner if I had known
Everyone should have one or two clones
Note: The clones in this poem are purely fictional and in no way reflect that of the author nor that of his clones.