There's a place where Martians go
when there's trouble
brewing at home,
it's hidden in the belt,
circles between the planets.
They tune in there,
use sophisticated equipment
to communicate with
their loved ones back home,
sometimes the notes drift away
further into space.
Lately, we've been picking up
increased transmissions,
the amount of traffic is incredible,
encryted-chatter speaking of a
universal movement
sweeping the solar system.
Our radio telescopes are
receiving similar messages
from the moons spinning
around Saturn & Jupiter,
some Neptuneons & Plutoneans
are even getting in on the act.
Activity on Venus & Mercury
is skyrocketing as well.
In fact, the highest levels of
electronically-posted poetry
is at the highest level since
the first interplanetary war
back in '73.
But it's really nothing
to get alarmed about,
'cause you see,
poets are always
restless & passionate,
screaming their raw emotions,
spilling blood on keyboards,
searching for a little
piece of comfort.
And no matter where
we come from,
we will continue
to war with our words,
trying to come to grips
with the joys & heartbreaks
of living through
this solitary life.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
There's a place where Martians go
when there's trouble
brewing at home,
it's hidden in the belt,
circles between the planets.
They tune in there,
use sophisticated equipment
to communicate with
their loved ones back home,
sometimes the notes drift away
further into space.
Lately, we've been picking up
increased transmissions,
the amount of traffic is incredible,
encryted-chatter speaking of a
universal movement
sweeping the solar system.
Our radio telescopes are
receiving similar messages
from the moons spinning
around Saturn & Jupiter,
some Neptuneons & Plutoneans
are even getting in on the act.
Activity on Venus & Mercury
is skyrocketing as well.
In fact, the highest levels of
electronically-posted poetry
is at the highest level since
the first interplanetary war
back in '73.
But it's really nothing
to get alarmed about,
'cause you see,
poets are always
restless & passionate,
screaming their raw emotions,
spilling blood on keyboards,
searching for a little
piece of comfort.
And no matter where
we come from,
we will continue
to war with our words,
trying to come to grips
with the joys & heartbreaks
of living through
this solitary life.
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