Down On Mars Poem by Mark Hopwood

Down On Mars



Braincells are burning
Is the world even turning?
Everything just falls and falls
And then kicks me in the balls
And I'm just sat, down on Mars
With thoughts bouncing of the stars
There's no atmosphere and the planet is sinking
Or Is that just my way of thinking?

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