Attack from Mars

It was like
you were the Arcade Mayor
& I was happy
to play your entourage
because the way
jeans slung low
your Hips grooved
against that machine
during Strobe Multiball
was enough to send me rocketing
to Mars myself
so bring on all the balls, baby
I’m prepared
for Total Annihilation--

My response to Izy's Film School Dropout prompt is poem four of thirty in April!