to mars,
they'd be in the back seat
of the space
capsule,
moaning, are we there yet?
i'm bored,
i have to pee,
i'm hungry.
can't we stop somewhere?
i can't see
out my
window, my stupid sister
keeps
bugging me
with her boney elbows
and knees.
it smells in here,
someone just cut the cheese.
can i open the window?
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