Is There Life on Mars?

Such barren fields of verse eye sees
the only crop is withered angst
all fertilized by me! me! me!
such arid lines of verse to read,

Aye', and here's the rub writ on sleeves
and at the risk of seeming crank,
seek outside self just look and see
then you might write some poetry.

I swear I'd see more life on Mars
dumb robots squeak much sweeter tunes,
no trilling larks but lasting marks
than those writ here without a spark,

no canals for sure so no barques
no maid Thuvia too or Barsoom.
it seems to me the truth is stark
from dead worlds can come neater tunes.

As Frost contemplated his twain ways
and  '' took the one less traveled by, ''
I hope for echoes from that day
because Frost studied his two ways,

and so it should be this I say
although I sigh the self same sighs,
look further than your angsty day
and take the road '' less traveled by. ''