Fallopian tube melt down
babies born in glass
no need for humans
a figment of the past.
Your limbs wont be needed
let the robot do it all
not even your brain is useful
nothing to recall.

TeAnne © Sept 28. 1998 

It's written in the cards, I see it oh so clear.
Cover my palm with silver,
and I will tell you, all you want to hear!
She will write a portentous book,
about the morals, of a President, she hooked!
the title, it's coming to me now,
“To seduce a President, How!”
She will get rich, at his expense!
His name through the mud, a national pretence.
A movie deal for her, will evolve,
from her exploits, she will have sold!
See if it don't come true
this prediction, I be tellin’ you.

TeAnne © Sept 28. 1998