Man In the Moon Gets Twinkle In Eye

Humankind's quest for be bereavement memorials has no bounds. Headstone or brass plaques used to suffice, Hidden away in grave yards and draws of ashes on walls. But now crosses and plaques litter the roadsides, Like a strange form of offensive graffiti to mark Where drivers have fallen and been slain in the driving campaign. Upfront and in your face these unauthorized crude memorials Add unwanted crosses and bunches of fake flowers, to the weeds and litter on roadsides. Now the pristine face of man in the moon, Admired and loved by countless generations of folk, Is to be littered and trashed by human cremated remains. Send by 'Moon Express' rocket from Cape Canaveral, no less. To be left as permanent firmament memorials to humans who want their remains left in space, in the heavens above, in the eye of man in the moon. For everyone on earth to be forced to see, like drivers forced to see crosses on highways. Such pollution, graffiti and litter add to the footprints and spacecraft junk Left to deface the pristine, much loved and cherished face of man in the moon. For heavens sake, is there no bounds to human depravity!