Mars shot the canon, BAM! Star guts and chunks
Flew across the solar system and out into a load of
Space without any gravity, just invisible energy juggling
Everything into place with 2 or 3 hands, party confetti!
The moon pops up from under the blanket of hash clouds and howls
For better hair days and for Neptune to pull down her shirt to reveal
Her busts, covered in the glitter and dust she rolled around in
At a pop concert a few billion years earlier, Jupiter will steal a few
Kisses and ask Saturn for a ring to put on it, as Pluto sits in the bleachers
Waiting for a chance to dance with Mercury, her moves on fire
Poem from the Our Universe Is Dead Poetry Compilation by Brianna.