You tell me I'm doing well

That I'm on the right track

Everything is just going swell

Not in the red but the black

Mortgages aren't called in

Jobs don't travel overseas

Politicians don't fester like fleas

Promising slick deals like sin

And I'll tell you...

I'm on a flight to Mars

I don't hang out in

Alien bars

That we're on our way

To the next evolution

A planet without war

Unnecessay pollution

With peaceful resolve

Planned revolution...

Yeah, ...right.

This is the night

Of realization

No further flight

For the Sheeple

Of our time

Only the

Dawn of reality...

Occupy Wall Street,

Indeed?

Occupy people

In need.

The flight to Mars

Is cancelled for the night.

Time for lift-off is uncertain.

It all depends on

Whether or not

The Earth and its People

Take precedence

Over finding another

Planet to trash.

Will the denizens save

The ship they live on

Spinning in its lonely orbit

Or will opposers scheme

Earth's abortion

And escape to Mars?

Stay tuned...

[Edited 12/9/11 0:29am]