If here I chanced to live
It stands to reason
Does it not
That my writing of verse
Would work in reverse
And I'd be back amongst my family
Because nothing else
Makes sense to me
So the writing of poetry
Would keep me in their lives
Just that much less
But spelling success
So how could they be
Against my moving here
Aye indeed
For what other reason
Would they build
Such a goodly station
If it wasn't meant to house
Some form of life
Of the humanoid kind
And I wouldn't mind
If that good form
Was me myself and I
Living in the sky
High above the globe
Of an alien people
As here again
There had to be a reason
For the building of such a station
And the study of life
Made the most good sense
Not that I was the kind of man
But learned in such a study
The feeling that I felt
Of this my future dwelling
They had the wherewithal
To make the study
Be done by metal life
All this to say
I could do my thing
And worry not
About such hardful things
Like doing a job
That poorly paid
And tired me so
That I could scarcely be the writer
I knew that I could be
With the good of poetry
Being the driving engine
Sounds like a dream it does
But dreams come true
And so can this one too
If I can do one thing
Make technology sing
A song that I can hear
Or simply put
I need a miracle yes
So my success
Can be assured
And the good of the word
Is mine to harvest
Like never before
So I live a life of more
Instead of less