’d like to go on holiday
To someplace really far away.
A bed & breakfast, lunch, and tea
At some remote locality.
Another time zone’s the place where
I’d like to breathe the tropic air
(And inhale other stuff that’s fun)
Whilst sipping frozen mango rum.
Another land completely new;
To fly ex urbe, ex orbe too.
Another planet’d be exquisite,
A real exotic place to visit:
A silver beach, a golden shore,
Or miles of stark gray corridor.
I’d loll upon the vinyl plain,
Drink toluene and breathe methane.