Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Colony management is, I am adamant The basic way all life is planned upon SPF practices keep lab mice safe Until there's a breach, then safety all caves. Pool and cull, the management chime The sick, old and excess are costing us dimes. Protect the colony, cull excess quick. But careful, as actions can make even more sick.  “Pool & Cull” the letters in bold, Across the cages, the order told. A phrase of science, but cruel at heart, Lives reduced to a manager’s chart.  Old, sick, excess — struck from the line, To guard the colony, to buy more time. Yet in that purge to keep it all clean, Far more fall than the germ would have seen The toll keeps rising, the truth runs thin, The lab admits the pathogens win. So off the SPF list, the germ is dropped, The culls abandoned, the efforts stopped. And out in the world, the pattern repeats, Our elders pooled into care-home seats. Cut from care, left drugged to die, While leaders sold the public a lie. They promised protection, deliv...

The devil has changed i nto its transhuman robes This stage is only the beginning. At least make them raise the raisins As any choice is mere illusion. The overlords praise lucifer They will go for the jugular. Dedicated to GSK's toxicology minipigs , and the utter  insanity of election's .  https://www.facebook.com/RonaReport/videos/425938955048597

P site constructed, the Cre-lox get floxed. Expression knocked out, translocated or inverted. Manipulation of space and time A knuckle sandwich, of a different kind.

Once upon a time, sick mice were treated Doing our best for lives defeated Undrunk tonic was poured into the water supply Over and over, as generations of mice passed by Until one day, it suddenly became clear That really wasn't such a good idea!

Transhumanism is here The illegal CRISPR kids or transfection test subjects Won't just magically disappear We need law and language For all of this mutation To correctly address, our Biotech domestication To be absolutely crystal clear Transhumanism Whether we like it or not Is upon us, i t is here.

Transgenic mutants  are deliberately deformed, disabled and disordered for animal research purposes. We can create human-animal chimeras, put human DNA into every cell of a mouse, make cells glow green with jellyfish protein, just to be sure, but no amount of human DNA in a mouse will turn it into a human. No matter how much that mouse thinks it might be able to identify with minute aspects of being human, it cannot. It will always be a mutant of a mouse, exploited for biotech gain —  Humanized mice do not get human rights.  Law and language for transgenic animals and other such biotech mutants is important and nomenclature is complex . The breeding, movement and welfare of animals under such procedures must be monitored and regulated for the welfare and integrity of both wild and lab lines. Law and language applies differently to animals outside of laboratories, for good reason. Transgenic mutants are covered by the basic animal welfare laws, but they also have ASPA (1...

Derry girls claim it is all the rage Reminded their friends care In their middle age It's a story my own grandmother could share But there is something about it Something in the air The adverts flash a new TV show Flashing and showing Another hand tattoo Why am I thinking of Quantum dots too Strange plots and Derren Brown moves Is it cool or is it taboo? A tattoo like the vaccine Not what their words mean Warping what society perceives What if you were made to live like the Borg Become Seven of Nine, just to afford A novel and new, high tech tattoo?

Mike Yeadon warned you He once manned that ship Nothing says Trust Like "Hidden for 75 years" Johnson , Witty, Valance The entire dictatorship Want us all tamed For their synbio and chips 60 million free lab rats And over 6000 times that For financing fat cats In their greed fueled extense At our biological expense 'Coz Pfizer's own documents Say efficacy was 12 Not 95 percent

Wear a face mask They said Protect others From certain death But a face mask you see Is not PPE It cannot protect you Them or even me Unless it is made Worn and disposed of Correctly Because aerosol emissions Are only half Of the science Increased surface area And mechanical transmission Are the other half Of that alliance Miles of new territory We have just created For biofilm communities Right in front of our faces As the medical establishment Restricts NHS capacity For 100% o f all of our other Disease strategies Yet, th ose discarded m asks Are contaminated With every Infectious disease a nd zoonosis We have ever debated And when t he pathogens on them Start to mutate It is going to be One hell of a debate Public Facemasks Are NOT Personal Protective Equipment   They increase surface area and risks without environmental controls, training, strict standard operating procedures and hazardous waste management.  

Society in general  Doesn't understand The gravity of the situation Transhumanity Post-humanity It all needs more consideration Transfection technology Synthetic biology There is no turning back now Stealing our humanity A biological profanity We must protect our integrity, somehow It is a synbio odyssey Our biotech slavery Domestication on integrated technology When we power devices Do you know what the price is For living in wireless luxury

I may not hear their words But I feel them Watch every fiber of their being Reveal them Sing unspoken to their friends Said it was nonsense Then a chimp spelling Hebrew Confirmed it Made it all click into place How do you know this? The mice told me He spelled out That reaffirmed it Humans, mice and chimps You heard it All share a language I've learnt it Share in my awe today In what they say They certainly have gone and earnt it.

Transgenic mice are Syk  The pattern recognition  Makes you think  Beyond the experiment  Will it all sync?  Can consciousness be cloned?  The same chimeric mind owned I think not For those crowned our very own;   'The Three Stooges'  II. Three murine clones Mirrored in genetics  Were nothing alike It was quite prophetic  Only we inhabit  Our time and space  Vessels can be cloned But not the minds landscape.  A mouse taught me This that I know Your time and space Is uniquely your show.