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Poem "Sons of Mars"Thursday, April 08, 2004
"Sons of Mars"
By Caleb John Clark
03/28/04
I dropped my son off at school,
Like a drop of clear water in a pool.
Of bully's angry spit,
Of parent's little shit.
Perhaps to have a kid on Mars you'll need more then a beard,
You'll need to be cleared,
To have a son,
To keep you from doing to him, what his dad done.
You'll need to pass a test of caring,
And thinking,
And sharing,
And daring.
So angry boys won't self-destruct.
Teeth gnashing,
Screaming,
Careening,
Like a Monster truck.
And dark eyed girls won't implode,
Angry sexed,
Vexed,
Hexed,
In shoes high-heeled towed.
Because youth gets the earth to themselves,
When their parents lie dead on shelves.
And young pairs,
Will spawn unawares.
Making another wrong,
For a rapper's song.
Off planet it could happen less,
And there'd be not as much mess.
And we can focus more on turning red dust green,
A second home, with less mean.
---------------------posted by Caleb John Clark on 4/08/2004 03:58:00 AM
Poem "Sons of Mars"
"Sons of Mars"
By Caleb John Clark
03/28/04
I dropped my son off at school,
Like a drop of clear water in a pool.
Of bully's angry spit,
Of parent's little shit.
Perhaps to have a kid on Mars you'll need more then a beard,
You'll need to be cleared,
To have a son,
To keep you from doing to him, what his dad done.
You'll need to pass a test of caring,
And thinking,
And sharing,
And daring.
So angry boys won't self-destruct.
Teeth gnashing,
Screaming,
Careening,
Like a Monster truck.
And dark eyed girls won't implode,
Angry sexed,
Vexed,
Hexed,
In shoes high-heeled towed.
Because youth gets the earth to themselves,
When their parents lie dead on shelves.
And young pairs,
Will spawn unawares.
Making another wrong,
For a rapper's song.
Off planet it could happen less,
And there'd be not as much mess.
And we can focus more on turning red dust green,
A second home, with less mean.
---------------------posted by Caleb John Clark on 4/08/2004 03:56:00 AM
