Tinkle tinkle Big Fat Star
You don’t impress where you are.
All those numbers adding up.
Stay in one place like my pup.
At least he’s loyal unto me.
You’re a cheat astronomically.
All those numbers still humming
don’t add up to a crab becoming
or anything that comes to mind
like a chocolate sundae on watermelon rind.
To die is unique so let us hope
that the snack up there is full of scope.
I’ll tell you what’s the trouble down here.
Nobody’s brewed a comfortable bier.
One going down that enlightens the brain
without the habit of turning insane
and deciding not best to kiss or maim
the nearest object be it wild or tame.
To hang one’s head over a microscope
or telescopically to find some hope.
Let’s settle the heart with a 2 by 4
Find some structure behind a flimsy door.
Then bean the beam till A-I comes true
and nobody can talk out of black and blue.