Space junk flying on the internet.
Put there by polluters,
Put there by writers,
Put there by hackers.
The Hungarians find trees on Mars.
Texans see a craft from the stars.
NASA calls this sheer folly.
Saying Mars growths are just freak geology.
Where's the truth?
Is it on a Scandinavian website
Put together by a teenager eyes bright
Shining into a ten-inch reflector
Plotting Mars' moons vectors?
Who's hiding what?
In a high tech desert hideout
Mister Malin's knobs, colours,
and numbers...
are all twisting, twisting, twisting.
But slowly from an ancient forgotten hole
Scurries an alien soul.
Ignorant, liar, or sleuth
Shall all witness truth.
Written by I. Roppel
