How Much Longer
Z452GH was ironing her face and body suit in the usual way
A tedious chore she has to do every Monday through Friday
Fooling the silly earthlings to think she is one of them
How much longer until we leave? She asked her husband Jim.
He did not have the coordinates or orders yet from the chief.
We are stuck on this planet probably until the Equinox of the Reef.
Z452GH was glad it was only one day until Saturday then,
She liked wearing her own body, she loved her own skin.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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