Moons Chasity

“The moon’s vision of humanity Was something that it once desired Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back Clish, clash, it wavered It’s fluorescence gestured odiously Enraging it’s radiance with envy Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention It never had a society that walked on its ground A place, that humans recall home stomp, clasp, It thought Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth “The grass always seems greener on the other side”