Geiodo

It’s been a long time since I last wrote a poem… It’s inspired by the stress, and treating I get from Mars Explorer, often times…

When I try to help, I’m told to go away.
 When I actually listen, tis my duty,
 I’m told the next day.

When I try to leave, i’m told ’stay here!’.
 But might I, I’m met with an attitude, quite severe

Will they make up their inconstant old minds?
 Or, will I be trapped in this cycle of a bind?

 

Don’t get me wrong, my real life is great, but things have been stressful on the internet…

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