Living on the moon
I am just minutes from the womb
I started so eagerly
I began ever so meagerly
I don’t remember a single word
I question if I belong to this herd
Living on the moon
You’d think I’d have enough room
Reaching for the stars
I somehow landed on mars
Bounced around for an hour
The atmosphere is a tad sour
Living on the moon
You’d think I’d need a broom
To sweep away the crusted bits
I float above the shallow pits
In emptiness I cower
Longing for a shower
Living on the moon
You’d think I’d hear a boom!
Reckless and swerving
I rotate with slight curving
I’m only miles from you
But I know just what to do
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