Sad'sorry (old) Space Cadet / EXpiration Day

 
 
Sad'sorry old Space Cadet, alone
with no place to go in this
selfdestructured selfdestructive
world we've made AND created.
 
Space has been privatized and the
new U.S. Space Force will not allow induction
of any one who had Communist friends
back in the '30's and '40's.
(Godknows how he slipped into
NASA back in '59, but not today,
                 ol'timer).
 
Not near enough guts for solicitation.
Bets called in in yo big invest in palpitation.
Two'n'a'half families slip away.
Seven years on the street serenading for change.
Too much time bummin' the beach, and daughter
      slides away into eternity.
Heart failure, failure of Heart, Heart dis'ease since
       2000a.d.
(oh how i miss my little girl!)
(oh how i miss my life with my little girl!)
(oh how could you leave so soon?)
 
Old fucker Space Cadet. The Dr.s say you won't last long, (but
       it's been way too long already).
 
Even the most miraculous miracle recovery MUST eXpire
      on one's eXpiration day.
 Guess "it all" ends too soon.
 
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