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The Astronaut in Trouble (Free verse) by Fear of Garbage
I am not an Astronaut.
But Oh God I wish I were.
I have all the air I need to breathe right here on Earth.
Oh God I wish I didn?t.
Somewhere sometimes I think someone may be breathing,
But I wish they wouldn?t.
I wish you wouldn?t.
You are taking up my Oxygen, Nitrogen,
Argon, you are taking up my arrogance. My arrogance,
My trouble,
Oh God I am in trouble.
Water is the same as air and air
Is the same as land, the land is where I lay,
My drug, my beauty of choice, my
Oxygen, the drug.
I am no Astronaut. I am no Astronaut.
Oh God,
Thanksgivings for the drug.
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