We are buying land on the moon
Think we'll move there soon
The harder we work here on earth
It all is only net worth
The more we try to overcome
Rares its head that ugly slum
Not of thing material
But more to the ethereal.
Jab they at our futile attempt
Until we are reduced to state of wimp
Yep! Think it might be a boone
To live high above on bare, moon.
With not a neighbor to deride,
Or a common, smirk all of snide.
Someone calls to remind us to fax
Ask before you go, about their tax.