Is there life on Mars?
I don’t want to go if you’re there.
Waltzing around like you own the planet,
serving lies in silver platters,
poisoned with instability.
The stars will be clouded
by your foggy recollections
of being right when you were wrong.
The moon shadowed by your judgement
& the sun dimmed by your ignorance.
If there’s life on Mars,
I hope it’s not you.
Because maybe they could have hope,
and not have it squashed by disappointment.
Sometimes we are dazzled by people who almost seem otherworldly…but their lies are what’s out of this world, and that’s exactly the type of person this poem describes.
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Josey Pickering
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