I am a martian
designed in red dust
fired in passion and lust
I feel.
Broken communication; I am
Confused, I don't understand
the language assumed by this land.
I reel.
Singular and isolate
I travel, I don't care where
Moving through this human fair
I deal.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am a martian
designed in red dust
fired in passion and lust
I feel.
Broken communication; I am
Confused, I don't understand
the language assumed by this land.
I reel.
Singular and isolate
I travel, I don't care where
Moving through this human fair
I deal.
The old saying... 'I feel like a Martian' might have started with one of my favorite writers, Robert Heinlein, or maybe it goes back to Jules Verne? I don't know, anyway here's my take on it. :)
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