not to be seen clearly in the city
it bleaches out the wonder that is space
Without a thought we leave our trace
It is such a damn pity, selfish and gritty
Walking the streets within my town
I look around mainly looking down
whitish spots across the pavements
Mr Blobby’s raining gravements
hard stick gum, lazy ravers
When we’re visited by an alien race
will we see the laughs upon their face
then leave earth quickly, as fast as they came
go back home to never return again
disgusted sick, for what they see
Leaving a review of a backward creed
Burying litter for the future
poisonous mass from an open suture
toxic fumes, a disgraceful mess
In a thousand years, we will be gone
leave them a present, help them digress
A starry eve what a place to be
on a clear night, look up and see
A twinkle of diamonds feeling free,
where would you go hypothetically ?
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