zip me up, sil vous plait

earth is boring, she says,

sitting on the edge

of the bed,

blowing smoke rings

towards the ceiling.

what is there left to do here?

let's go elsewhere,

make a go of it

on another planet.

explore the outer regions

of the universe.

i'm tired

of this silly world.

with its crazy people.

the chaos, the crime,

the weather.

all trey boring,

i need new. 

something different.

here, help me with

my space suit,

sil vous plait.

zip me up, my dear.