Some Kind of Therapy

I concur
With my belief
That we earthlings
Are tainted
With dust from space
That makes us
Hate each other
Discriminate over race
It makes a coward
Sleep w/ their girls man
Right in her face
That breeds killers
Who go fight wars
And bring guns
To school
To murder
Teachers and classmates

I am sad to say
That I must have
Gotten touched
By the dust
Because I sometimes
Want to find my spaceship
And like Scotty
Beam up
Before I make decisions
Like some I’ve listed above
Because I’m like no other
The dust is anti love
I give love
And expect it back
Earthlings won’t survive
Much longer
If we don’t
Patch things up

Deal with situations

And brush off the dust

From our shoulders