stuck in the space station

i hear

one astronaut, who's staring out

the window

at earth,

sigh, and say,

i hate this stupid tin can

we're stuck in for

another eight months.

who's running this mickey

mouse

space station?

i'm sick of tang,

and peanut butter crackers.

peeing

and doing number two

in a tube.

yes, we have zero gravity,

but zero

privacy too.

i haven't had

sex

in over a year,

not even by myself.

i can hardly sleep with all

this beeping

going on.

and the place stinks.

there's not a window to be

opened,

and the trash is piling up

by the door.

i'm tired, i'm cranky.

and if someone asks me

one more time

if i'm okay,

i'm putting a crimp

in their oxygen hose,

then putting on my space suit

and going out alone.