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I am only five foot eight
I would like to be six foot four
I have long brown hair
I wish that it was black
I wish I had an IQ of 150 or more
Maybe 140 would do
I don’t want to be me no more
I want to be you
I follow a guy out of the gym
six foot four and black hair
walking along without a care
But his hair could do with a trim
I don’t want to be me
I want to be him
As he gets close to his car
I knock him to the ground
And I am on to him in one mighty bound
Then with my knife I slit his wrist
And give his neck a hard twist
His neck breaks with a loud snap
After I drink his blood
I am going to take a little nap
I drink his blood like a Vampire on speed
I swallow down three litres to satisfy my need
I steal my donors car and drive home as fast as I can
Hopefully when I wake up tomorrow
I will be a new man
Sitting in my lounge chair
I feel a bit under the weather
Maybe drinking his blood wasn’t so clever
I am type 0 he must have been a type A
I race to the toilet and give it a good spray
I really need some new genes
Mine are tired and worn
I will get them by any means
Then I will be reborn
I see my next donor waiting to cross
at the lights
I race up behind him and rip out a
handful of hair
And I run away as fast as a hare
He had the hair colour and the height
that I want
He looked pretty smart
Hopefully his genes will fit
And I will cease to exist
I don’t want to be me
I want to be my donor
I don’t want to be
A short dumb loner
I get home and put the hair and some
water into a blender
I f this works I am gonna go on a bender
I blast for a minute or two
I don’t want to be me
I want to be you
I swallow down the concoction
Hair and hopefully Genes and DNA
Then the new me will be here to stay
But then I start to feel a little queasy
Why cant anything be goddamn easy
Again I race to the toilet
just down the hall
But all that I do is cough up a nasty little
hair ball
I really need some new Genes
Mine are a bad fit
I will get them by any means
Then I will be it
Now I am getting desperate
I know the source of my pain
I need the Genes from a new Brain
While I am at it I might as well eat the Heart
and the Bone Marrow
All I need now is a scalpel and a wheel barrow
My new donor doesn’t know what hit him
As I sneak up behind
He is the right height and I hope he is of
sound mind
One slice of my scalpel opens his throat
and he falls into my barrow
Another slice opens his spine exposing
the juicy Marrow
I slurp it down with a satisfying sigh
Then I wheel him away
His sightless eyes
look to the sky
I find a secluded spot and with a rock
I expose his Brain
With both hands I scoop it out
and eat it all down
Hopefully new Genes I will have found
His Heart is next and I eat it bloody
and raw
That’s it I am full I cant eat no more
Then in an ironic twist of fate
The Police catch me because of my own
Genes and DNA
My own body has given me away
I am writing this story from a home for the
mentally unstable
I will never be released
And for that the world should be grateful
Because
I still want your Genes by any means.