My Sister The Nut Poem by Leah Ross

Has been beamed up
Goes on missions every night
Has food stored away till 2020
Thinks the world will end tomorrow
My brother calls her doom & gloom
Reminds me of my favorite Martian
Had a zit burned into to her cheek
Don't ask me how I wouldn't know
Talks about Aliens, swears by Edgar Cayce
Reads labels back to the front
I call her the GMO police
She'll through away anything even ketchup
She calls it contraband
That's my sister she's a bit nutty
I love her anyways