Billionaires In Space
I have to catch the evening rocket
That’ll carry me far into space
It’s a kind of competition you see
A veritable private space-race
I’ll sit there in the tiny cockpit
Sitting above several tons of the booster
And if I get to be first to do it
I’ll be able to crow like a rooster
For a few seconds I’ll be weightless
As I float above the blue Earth
Something that so few others have done
A visible proof of my net worth
They say that space is empty of matter
Leaving the airlock would lead to one’s doom
But I’m quite comfortable up here
Living in my own moral vacuum
And as I gaze down on our planet
My heart swells and fills to the max
To think of the millions down there toiling
And so many of them who pay tax!
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