why is it always this way
starts with a high tackle
hitting right in the chest
knocked flat on the back
then the sumo comes in
stomping as he prepares
didn't need those lungs
breathing is over rated
then comes the heavies
arms and legs of lead
difficult to move now
and no desire to either
becoming the astronaut
off on a mission to Mars
this must be the reason
all the symptoms fit
muffled sounds = helmet
difficult breathing = vacuum
heavy weight = higher gravity
disconnected = wrong air mix
that sure solves that problem
tied it up neatly in a bundle
not getting sick in the least
just walking along on Mars
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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Although it might be fun until my eyes popped out of their sockets, I'd still rather stay on Earth, throw salt, and wear a damned Sumo diaper. Hell, I'd even voluntarily cultivate stretch marks if it came down to only two choices, Sumo or Earth. ~Pie
ReplyDeleteGetting sick is just plain awful. You made it sound like a mission to Mars. A first, I think, in any book. Your mind is different (yes, a good thing)
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