How To Get Off' This Planet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Pray For Solution"

Submitted: January 16, 2015

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Submitted: January 16, 2015



How To Get Off' This Planet


I am my own disease

Trying to kill me

I have left the stars above

Only to land in a pile of shit

The shit hole they call "reality"

It's been hard


But more importantly

It's been terrible

The way the businesses close

Way before any one goes to bed

Just seems to piss me off

Just a tad bit

I say "tad"

Because I haven't killed any one because of it


And I stress "yet"

Thee hours spent

Talking to a flying fish frog

Are just as countless

As how many flies

Swarm around dead Porky Pig, here

When the storm blows waste all over the world

I disappear into the laughter

And crack up so well!

But I always stab myself in the back

In thee end

I'm just a rat from another planet

In search of my ship captain

Just to expose her

So we can go home

Why she landed here

__I don't know

But when I find her

I'm gonna fuck her in her brain

Right in front of these Earthlings

To show our Alien-ness to the world

Then she won't be able to face

__her "human" friends



01-09-'15 #2

D. L. Cannon

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