A Cosmic Chuckle
They probably lay about up there,
peering down through cosmic telescopes,
giggling over their mugs of stardust tea.
“Another ‘new’ get rich quick scheme?
Or a means of living forever on nothing but kale and green juice?”
They laugh, nodding — no thanks, Earthlings.
And we keep searching, sending out signals,
as they coast back, soles on placid moons,
thinking, “They’ll figure it out… eventually.”
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