Am tired of living here on earth.

Am tired of old things all through.

I need new things to come my path.

Old things piss me out though.

Need to float above red earth.

I need swimsuits and my clothes throw.

Need to learn allien language both.

And eat their food so.

I wonder why this earth is cursed 

After all toil we die like trash.

Riches we amass so useless and used.

They cannot help your sins wash.

Degrees and certificates rot and wasted.

Trophies we are useless and did stash.

How I wish to the moon whisked.

Or even in mars waters wash.

Scientists have flown in the space 

Never have they secured us a place.

I wonder if we compete them in a race.

And win them to live in space.

Maybe they wait for Jesus to space.

And spare massions for his race.

Am tired of this world full of vice.

Allow me to escape for problems to cease.