what stays, stays.

The machine that binds us,

grinds us, gives us,

the strength to stay,

makes us go away.


The humans who birth us,

kill us, give us pennies

to pay. They always

make us stay.


I have found another

planet. I will go to it,

and maybe, staying fit,

I will never complain.


If you find my God,

and my space pod

and a lightning rod

You’ll critically acclaim.

The End

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