I live in a dream,

In a state of cream,

How can you think,

Of a place like this without the stink…

There is no such place,

In all of universal space,

Who could live in a state of disgrace,

Small enough it is as to be just a trace…

How can anyone admit to living there,

A sky choked with unbreatheable air,

Green paint where grass should be,

Concrete & cement up to the clouds,

Over its inhabitants should be shrouds…

Though I must surely exist,

But how do I subsist,

On fish that glow in the dark,

And meat that has a mercurial tinge,

Insanity the norm, reality only on the fringe,

Only attached to it all by a small & weak hinge…

© ed ~ 5/18/06