Alienated

Alienated

I’m
Thinking
Of
Immigrating
To
Mars,
That
Fine
Resort
Beyond
The
Stars.
I would
Bask
In
The
Sun
All
Day,
Absorbing
Every
Cosmic
Ray
Until
I turned
Slightly
Grey.
But
I can
Say
On
Mars
There
Is
No
Crime,
No
War,
No
Strife,
And
I could
Lead
The
Jolly
Life
For
All
It’s
Worth,
Far
From
Troubled
Earth,
Alone
In
The
Asteroid
Zone.