A cold wind was blowing. The feeling was mutual
People were not multiplying and fruitful
So a plan was hatched to make faces more youthful
Minds more beautiful
Soldiers more dutiful
“Discarded germ plasma” was found to be useful
From this point the records would cease to be truthful
A dark cloud came over me, I welcomed the shade.
What’s the use of calling a spade a spade?
Confidentiality to be maintained
Through a medical regime of guilt and shame
The tongues were silenced but the molecules remained
In trillions of cells all screaming their name
Through the linear sequence of the D N A
I’ve got sunshine! cuz I’ve been released
Amateur detectives, thousands at least
All working the case to achieve inner peace
With the ramifications of what this means
Family and tribal connections increased
Dramatically, my brother, my sister, my niece
Oh what a tangled web we’ve weaved!
Oops–
I guess I’m donor conceived.