Bleakness drowning all the dogs

With personality problems haunting ghosts

Split marriages costing fortunes to clouds

The beggars have eating disorders

Our scientists are blind

Confessing our sins to sinners

Stabbing our lovers to death

Getting stoned over our lost water bottle

Committing suicide when high school is over

Working half time with prostitutes

Rain is a little claustrophobic

And the spiders are xenophobic

God is looking for a part-time job

While the crabs are getting popular

Things aren’t the same here on mars.