JUNKYARD IN THE SKY
I ran my rocket to the ground
Yet it's good for a few more spins
Aerodynamically it ain't round
But it's got some stylish fins
The taillights are like jet blast
On this spacious automobile
Put the key in the ignition
And watch my tires smoke and squeal
This rocket may not look so cool
I'm man enough to man it
And though it may be hard on fuel
I plan to leave this planet
My cruise control it is engaged
Put my toes up on the dash
I just might land upon my feet
If I hit Wall Street and crash
Ragtop may be peeling off
That's the price you have to pay
When duct tape’s the adhesive of choice
A body gets wrinkled and grey
This rocket may not look so cool...
Yes folks this rocket ship
Has a few Planets
Left to explore
Before it runs out of fuel
Like the tail of a passing comet
The muffler sparks and scrapes
Seats are splitting at the seams
And yet they hold their shape
When it's time to hurl this hubcap
To that junk yard in the sky
Give me one last chance
At restoration
Cause I just refuse to die
This rocket may not look so cool
© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers