boys come from Mars
I go with them tomorrow in a big white van
I don't speak their language when they are in a pack,
their sweaty undershirts and boy talk about
bikes mostly, how boring it all gets.
I pack my bag for this trip with the Martians,
some books about girl stuff like
what's most important in life and a
surgeon's diary of his residency, a
new book Callings about life goals,
another novel or two, maybe I can avoid
throwing up somehow and read on the
way, ignoring boy talk about
bikes or other boring stuff.
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