August 12, 2019


Outer Space


The distance I picked was not far enough
I contemplated how I could get away
My mind thought of all the schooling it would take
To become an astronaut

Yes, that was the answer I sought
The way in which to make
This horrid life hold no sway
No matter how rough

I would go into outer space
Just to leave him far behind

That lousy man of mine
No more silly human race.

Originally appeared 2005-10-24

Article © Lydia Manx. All rights reserved.
Published on 2016-10-24
Image(s) are public domain.

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