Houston, we have a problem
We’re not the first ones here
Through the dust kicked up when landing
I’m watching a building appear
Houston calling Space Hawk
You stand on virgin ground,
The dust you tread was never trod
No building should be found
Space Hawk calling Houston
Is Commander Greg Braggs near
I’m entering the building
That we know cannot be here
Houston calling Space Hawk
Commander Greg Braggs speaking
Get back to your lander, Son
Your mental health is creaking
Space Hawk calling Houston
That’s a negative; I’m in
It’s like mission control up here
Like NASA built a twin
There’s people too but all are dead
They all have I.D. tags
I’m checking out the nearest one
His name’s… Commander Braggs!
Houston calling Space Hawk
It’s situation brown
It’s Eighteen Thirty hours
And we’ve got to stand you down
Space Hawk calling Houston
You do sound quite alive
But your watch says Six Thirty
And mine Six Thirty Five
Categories:
braggs, confusion, space, mental health,
Form: Rhyme