A thespian bornA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
One day I arrived here,
on a mushroom spaceship I was plunged inside my mother’s womb; there I grew a Martian-size dome, levitated on a tether, had my meals delivered; played upside-down until zero gravity popped and I saw my first star and alien, in the Operating Theater; where I sang my first soliloquy - a thespian born, lauded and adored; meeting Venus, who even smiled that I was off key. © 2018 Maxwell RyderReviews
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