Space
I live alone in outer space.
Which costs less than a city place.
I like to eat donuts, but they don’t exist here.
On this planet which is covered in slime and fear.
I live alone or maybe not.
Maybe the extraterrestrial beings will leave me to rot.
I don’t know how to hunt and gather.
In a place where there’s no soap to lather.
Maybe I can build a house.
Or use alien spider webs to make a blouse.
They are out here behind the burning rocks.
Which I step on without any socks.
Hello, is anyone there?
I could use a comb to brush my hair.
So a sweet little guy stepped out of a cave.
And gave me a ball of slime to save.
I thanked him for this treasure.
And used the slime to shampoo my hair with pleasure!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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