Alienated on the Federal Bureau of Mars

Unshowered, I step off the rocketship, I wear last night loosely, my hair melts like aspirin in a test tube.The Martians tell me, "Motherfucker, you don't belong here."A true Mecrutio, I bite my thumb at the green face of truth.You don't fit in, you lose weight, you cut your hair so people can't see you're going bald.You paint your nails, you go out drinking, you kiss a woman on the street, not the woman that you love.I tell the Martians.They ask, "How did you escape the lithium mine?"I breathe in the red mesa, let its dust coat my tongue till I go all red inside."Take me to your time machine," I command as they set their phasers to stun."I've got a meeting with my past self and a stick, some percussive maintenance for his cranium."