A Mad Scientist MorningI wake in the morning a few hours from night,
with cogs and gizmo's spinning just above head height.
Neurons begin to fire,for situations are always dire
as complex convolute computers load the foreseen.
I rise from the bed with a crack and a stretch and a bow.
Now the experiments start, this I constantly know.
Looking at my lab so plastic and pristine,
no hint of my ethics, whether there good or mean.
No time for a shower, just a quick change of clothes,
whether they have been washed, who really knows.
I dawn my clean white lab coat, it comes so naturally
and smack on a blood lusting grin
just a formality.