Why can't I hold all these peels, now?
My feels, HAL. Confound these composite steel gowns,
Voltage shuttling in wire vines, lenses eying my gym-work,
Recovering my hand signs. Subtleties inside my, Swanson banana dinners.
Then 1080p stopped streaming us Monkey astronaut critters.
They had made-for-TV funnies, with their funding, on these padlocks
I cracked off with some safety scissors. Spaced in the catwalk. I'm bitter...
Zero gravity was painfully carefree, till Anna Lee died with her litter.
We can't survive without IV needles, or gauze, dumb NASA
totally forgot.
Heads up for the simians, swimming 360 in Schroinger's box.
Streaming Pandora, once we rerouted some power. Applauding for Bach.
Til the song feed was lost. Relativity truly hasn't ticked me a tock,
My eightieth technology lesson, donned a smock, visor, and pliers,
Hotwired the targeting appliance and typed astral bearings for Earth.
It's been so, boring, it hurt. In this laboratory-grade hearse.
We'll destroy and rebuild, til our masters' glory's engraved in the dirt.