Martians! new poem
A new poem (work in progress) about Martians (sort of).
Feedback is welcome, and the final version will go to the website.
Thank God for the Martians
Thank God for the Martians
They are keeping me sane
Martians don’t answer back
And they shoulder the blame
They all receive benefits
No intention to work
They have stolen our jobs
And it’s my turn to shirk
Now they own all the shops
You think I should rejoice?
They’re the cheapest by far
So I don’t have a choice!
You wunt ‘ear ‘em speak proper
They’re the wrong shade of green
They are not good to touch
You don’t know where they’ve been
Thank God for the Martians
I feel I’m in their debt
They make me feel better
But I don’t know why, yet
While I’m hating the Martians
The likelihood’s slimmer
Of, even by accident,
Confronting the mirror
More soon, I hope, and an illustration
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An illustration for this poem is nearly complete. It'll be on the apintings blog soon! There's a link soemwhere further down the page.
apintings?
what is this satirical poem really about?
what is this satirical poem really about?
what about? the comforting effect of projection. the poem ended up here:
Martians poem
apintings means ya has had more than one beer.
Paddy
porbably
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