On average, the world is too hot
To breathe and wear jeans at the same
time,
But it turns out that I'm just a wimp,
Because in cosmic terms, it's frigid to
lukewarm.
Our world is a pea in the solar system,
A mite in the galaxy.
In cosmic terms, our world is a little
speck of nothing,
All covered in oceans and ranges and
bases and chasms,
and the whole thing fit to give
photographers an orgasm.
God rubbed our world out of his eye in
waking,
and we didn't deserve as much.
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