Faked it to Mars

Faked it to Mars

I was born on Venus, faked it all the way to Mars, looking for a breath of fresh air from Earth; had one rusty string on my guitar. No one knows my story, no one seems to care but I'm the man of the moment; no one else would dare. I stoked the
furnace of the Sun; tapped a crucible of steel for fun and headed out for Jupiter and weighed in about a 100 ton. The purpose of my story; what I really mean, is that the world is just Lemon Curd leaking like a script in the Theatre of Absurd!

Text by Trev Teasdel