he had a gun in his hand a death ray configured tonvaporize younand what did you go with your powers but cower in the corner, call base, time-out and shake in your shoes?nand you ran home crying with your x-ray specs on.nnfeel the stuttered breeze on a weekend.ni could go for peace but mean grownups havenbad eyes and hearts sick of beating.nlaunch rockets to space the place for all of our armracing.ni will never see the kirghiz light.nlatch the shutters, hide under covers and feel safe for the night.nnone more thing before we send the rockets up to greet our world invaders:nlet's pretend the shoe was on another foot full of slimy martian feet andnwanderlust is wonderful; the martians have a price for everybodynon the flying machine the king has filled with fragile porcelain replicas of everybodynshattered and devoid of inside jokes and mail order novelties for everybody.nhe had a gun in his hand; a little plastic toy enough to spread the heebie-jeebies 'round to every girl and boy.