A space fallacy

I've said in an epistle before:
Is there life on mars?
We're leaning towards the yes 
Mostly in hope that we're not living on the only polka-dot
With a handful of microbes crawling on it
Slithering around
But that kind of presumption is of course 
A space fallacy 
To life, I think of you when I hold an apple
Remembering how you might be on Mars
Again, a space fallacy
The apple's not crawling with worms

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