Colin F. Jones


Green people come from mars,
But I’m an orange skinned man,
And I frequent many bars,
Because I served in Vietnam.
The orange tinge doesn’t show,
Nor the disease that gives me pain,
For I’m a veteran you know,
Who tries not to complain.
I may live or I may die,
Before my life’s end is due,
Or distraught and ill might lie,
Until I’m old and mindless too.
People from Mars are never seen …
Maybe they’re orange and not green.