I think that I shall never see,
A bill as hard working as a bee
Indeed, if I’m not given money,
I’ll have to work for my honey
Under an indigo sky is the Ares spaceport
In the distance the hives of the strath
If I don’t get money from old man Gort
I won’t even have coins to take a bath
I walked to the great hive, and held out my phone
I have a new app, is anybody home?
Workers brushed past, but finally stopped—a drone
Buy my app, I said, it’ll make you buzz and moan
Humans speak with sour nectar he glarred, is your name Hector?
I am not he, I will not steal, not from you, do we have a deal?
In the indigo sky a sled went by, howling
I was desperate, stomach growling
The drone glared, but ran black fingers over my screen
He like the deal, it seemed like a dream
Now I have twenty dollars, my heart’s in a whirl
Back to the spaceport, to see my girl
On a day with such nice weather,
I have the cash, we’ll bath together
Sean Crawford, October 27, 2017