“What On Earth Am I Going To Do, Mother?”
a weird poem by Robbie Lewis Lowe
I bolted the doors
and shuttered the windows,
hid my head in my pillows —
but, Mother dear, it’s all in vain.
They see through the walls.
Yes, I know you’re quite sad,
But they’re mean and they’re mad
‘Cause you went and shook your red cane!
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Guess I better go paint the barn blue!
They come in their spaceships
imposing their weird rules,
and their Cosmic Police cruise
for that color to eradicate.
I warned Daddy, “Keep your
red cap out of sight!”
But he said he had a right.
Now, for Daddy it is too late!
But, what-on-earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Guess I better paint everything blue!
When they light from their spaceships,
they’re clumsy as all heck.
Our planet’s a big wreck.
Oh, those Cosmic Bullheads!
Their horns are transmitters
for reporting violations
of their Bullhead regulations,
and, boy, they hate red!
So, what-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother
when the Cosmic Police come for you?
What-on-Earth am I going to do, Mother?
Better start painting everything blue!
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"Out of My Head" - and onto the page 
Like I might be a kid but I enjoy poems
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