I don't take to this.

Like a fish out of water,

I'm out of my element.

I awake on Jupiter 

And cannot breathe

Whatever this is that they call air.

I'd like to be above it all

Like you are, Sir,

But I'm not from here.

It's easy for you to say

What happy people do and don't,

But I'm on a basic level.

It's not a want I crave.

It's a need.

I've got to have a little oxygen 

In my atmosphere,

And I've got to have something 

I can translate as love 

In my iron-poor blood.

Maybe after that, 

We can have some of what you call coffee,

And then, you can criticize my attitude

While I sip it, and think about how to get home.

-jenn