Bob Boston

Man in the Moon

The last friend I had left, he lied to me.
He spoke of highs as brilliant states of mind.
He always said, "Just take a hit, you'll see.
Fly to the stars and leave your cares behind!"
I took his word as gold and so, I flew
to states most Earthlings speak about in fear.
Each fantasy I'd had, each one came true.
I did strange things behind that moon up there.
Back to this friend, the one who did me wrong.
He claimed to know so much about deep space.
The influence he had on me was strong.
He follows still as I move place to place.
My only pal since only Mars would know -
my mind-erasing, body snatching foe.