Un Marciano
Ilegales
A Martian
The light comes in through the window
and I hide under the bed.
My body is a curse
alley cockroach.
I put dynamite in the blender
I eat it with cookies, detergent, and Coca-Cola
I'm not white,
I'm not black,
I'm a little green
but I don't care.
No one knows if I'm a Martian
or a lettuce escaped to the gardener.
My voice has the ordinary tone
of a clam singing in the closet.
I put dynamite in the blender
I eat it with cookies, detergent, and Coca-Cola
I'm not white,
I'm not black,
I'm a little green but I don't care.
I scratch my head full of ideas
that always melt like ice creams.
My voice has the ordinary tone
of a clam singing in a closet.
I put dynamite in the blender
I eat it with cookies, detergent, and Coca-Cola,
I'm not white,
I'm not black,
I'm a little green but I don't care
