The cosmic order sounds like a cafe on a galaxy highway
A stop off point between Venus and Mars
Serving alien coffees and chocolate bars
Martians stop there every day, drinking tea and ordering cake
Plutonians stop on their long journeys too, they hope to reach the Earth’s moon by noon
It’s a funny little saying though, when you hear people shout and go “it’s the cosmic order you know”?
I wonder if it’s true, that somewhere up there, that’s what aliens do?
There were a few poems I wrote once and I added them to poetry.com I think this happened around 2003 to 2005 I can’t really remember, but anyway, I forgot some of those poems and I tried to access the website to find that they went under new management in the past couple of years and so deleted many poems that were once there and filed them away. This site claims you can get access to your poems easily, but I haven’t the foggiest how to do it.
So, I am a little upset about that.
Well in any case, I remember one off by heart and here it is;
You locked me up one day, many years ago, to become weak and to grow old
You never thought I could be free, you really thought you owned me
I’ve proved you wrong and I am right
You’ll not get me without a fight
For I am dead now, thanks to you
Free as a bird