VENUS

Your eyes pull with a gravitational force
like they were Saturn and Mars
Everything else is now incidental of course 
Like the black between the stars.

My rocket controls are going haywire
the oxygen tank’s running empty
I’m in deep outer space, the cockpit’s on fire       
And my heart’s beating one seventy. 

No Houston to help with this situation 
I’ll just have to work my genius
The moon would’ve been a far safer option  
But I’m flying headlong to Venus!

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