Carry Out
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Skip a planet down the line
Where the Martians play within our mind
For carry-outs just call ahead a month or two
However, rest assured that none would answer you
Earth she pulls us close, our living Mater
Not to fly away at once (a bona fide disaster)
Thus for most preventing by her grace
The death of self to the folly of foreign space
All defy the peace to redefine our self-determination
Strong enough to fly despite her gentle sway to stay
Greens all watch in abject horror sketching skyward
Unbelief as giant towers spewing fire accelerate
One way out - One way only
Return you skipping stones, the end like drowning
Go on ahead and fetch your fried-food order
A FLAMING STAR your final fortune cookie stamped
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2019
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