i don’t know if there’s any poetry on mars,
but i have a feeling it’s not very well thought on,
no structure
no feeling
nothing and no one to claim it has meaning,
so while i don’t know if there’s poetry on mars,
if there is
i’m pretty sure it sucks
fasten your seatbelt for the automaton empire to strike rebel forces
until someone claims to be anothet dude’s father,
but I won’t believe it until I see a paternity test,
and even then I’ll still claim I didn’t know the mother,
she probably got around and abound, if you know what I mean,
though what’s an infinite universe worth when it comes down to a small quadrant that no one can reach,
but everyone can hustle and bustle to the moon and back, though how bout that Mars
Fred Aiken Writing 