I write to you from the other side,

A place that for me I cannot abide,

Where there is no life worth mentioning,

Totally & completely worldwide…

If any intelligence did once exist,

Apparently it must have been turned into grist,

On it someone on purpose pissed,

However there is a great deal of schist,

Just leave your name & I will include you on my mailing list…

What planet you do ask are we visiting,

Why that third one from the sun,

Yes with all the water & pollution, that’s the one,

We haven’t found here yet any fun,

But that big yellow ball in sky,

Has of our personal surfaces overdone…