Orbiting the Moon
Swingin' around this
Dull grey orb,
Plastered with holes,
Soft ridged mountains
Plaster of Paris I'd swear
Took me a couple of years,
To work my way up there,
I had to keep one secret,
Announced to no one,
On the dark side of the moon,
I found a "Seven-Eleven",
And a "White Castle" too
And possibly a "Radio Shack,""
Though of that I can't guarantee you
And a "McDonald's", a "Rite Aid",
And a Moon-Buggy repair shop
Kind of surprising, I thought
We'd find but moon-dust,
Guess there's no one one can trust...
No more orbits for me,
Saw more than I wanted to see...
Take me back to Jersey,
May not be any craters,
But it won't drive me crazy.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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