Shitting On The Stars by Jacob Farnsworth
An astronauts elixir, For a night spent, Shitting on stars.
Fireworks of tomorrow, Sparkle and burst,
Into the light’s surface.
“Travel to the new world!”
We might as well hang,
Aye, the emptiness is no place.
Man’s inept control
For things that only do
Are not meant to be understood.
I swear,
parents and children, That this is it.
Here and now
"I scrapped this one because I found the language to be quite basic and a similar idea done by someone else.”
Jake loves playing the mandolin around the fire, crafting stories with his friends, and catching old horror flicks. He's a blogger, a father, and a barbarian.