Planets
The rings of Saturn are empty.
They smell burning.
Moons which circle planets which are otherworldly.
We forget about them, sometimes.
Venus is catching on fire.
Mercury is always being silly.
Neptune is worried.
Moons laughing about being moons.
The rings of Saturn are tilted weirdly.
No one says anything.
I bet it smells like coffee.
Somewhere in space.
Somewhere in space.
Comets live.
Planets have names.
We think it’s up to us.
Pluto.
Seems lonely but,
Has five moons.
When we think he’s too small to have any.
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