17th May 2014

Sonnet 146

Out there, somewhere,  some other waiting earth;

The one space debris doesn't yet array,

The one where minerals aren't a dearth,

The one where we can all evolve as gay.

Why such large waste having so short a lease?

(One second to midnight - it's The Big Spend;

Our splurge; our show dive into Lake Excess:

Das Kapital's invite only fag end,

Money for sex - holy profit and loss,

See "Fanny Hill" down your local porn store -

She fingered  all God's  whores working for dross:

What's instinctual  left us begging for more).

     Earth's lucre's filthy (either that or men )

    Prostitute Space - there's no more shopping* then.

*Another euphemism.