r/Poetic_Corner

The Child asks the Father:

What was it like
When we lived back on Mars?
Were we nice to each other?
Did we live in our cars?

The Father replies:

Mars was once beauty;
Then covered in scars.
The sky was so dirty;
Could not see the stars.

The Child asks:

And what about Mothers?
Were they robots like you?
And what about pets?
Were they robots too?

The Father replies:

Stop asking questions;
It's not good for you.

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October, High Desert. Upstate Nevada