poem06 Jul 2020 08:17 am
A.L. Blacklyn
Ads sang, Go into space Go into space, they sang See unearthly wonders Escape the burning seas Money does not limit There's freedom, more-- for free! Wheee... Three, two, one... Liftoff! My moon body freezes sneezes and then stiffens rocks and rolls, cruel teases to parasitic beats Oops, in-flight infection? Lunar detention--can't Grant me freedom from me? Just accountants silence calls for help to return Research is my future My future is payment The corp says they own me Says, Returning to Earth? Only corpses go free.
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