All Aboard the Starship
Like a person of certain age who’s grown
Tired from working towards a fulfilled soul
And also scared of growing old alone…
We too have evolved our intrinsic goal.
So we set off our planet into space,
Searching for new life that may grow to breed…
No longer care if you are fair of face,
Or human race, you’ll satisfy our need.
Reach out to us with tentacle or thumb,
Worry not should you hatch from eggs, we’ll meet,
Even those with tails, fins or wings shall come,
For we’ve come too far to fall to our feet.
Selling the stars like meals glazed with fire,
Deal with us a while, become a buyer!
Copyright © 1986-2017
Alan Salé
All Rights Reserved
contact: AASalehi@gmail.com
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