Nothing on the telly,
not a good word in the news,
the spaceship to tomorrow,
could not find a crew,
it is always raining,
living in this habatat dome,
sometimes I wonder,
if we are just glorified chimpanzees,
with some incurable disease,
wanting to get out of there cage,
to live a life and be free.
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