all these rich men,
rich on our dime.
they want to float above the ground.
they check it off their to do lists.
millions upon millions spent
while countries starve,
floods arrive, forests burn,
disease runs rampant.
let's take a trip to the moon.
let's get high.
to hell with earth, it's a trash
heap anyway,
we're done with that.
we need a new prize.
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