Mars
the red planet a dream of little green men
landing their saucers in my garden
I was never invited to join the rank of delusion
and if rallied to take a trip I will make sure
it is a round ticket with my dog in tow
living in a bubble for no reason
as we can fix our good earth
if we only put our mind to it
and stop the greed of ten or should we make it twelve
and call them the apostles
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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