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This Is Planet Earth

Through the stratosphere
Flying where no one dares
Searching in spite of fear
Wonderful little blue sphere

Creatures strange beings
Atmosphere unclean
So many wondrous things
Collecting images unseen

Moving at sonic speed
Trying to discover needs
A medal for exploring deeds
Fame becomes his greed

Within a flash
He suddenly crashed
Saucer reduce to trash
His head slams into the dash

Billy Bob and Big Bubba saw the flash
Get out of the pickup to look at the crash
Think pictures would get us cash?
Lets burn it up don't want no city trash

This is planet Earth
Burial of Major Dirth
Images for planet Mirth
Never to be unearth

Flames burn high and green
Two rednecks pour on gasoline
Funny and just serene
How Earth remains an alien dream.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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