Spaceman!

"Spaceman" By Marcus Cooke
 
You claim you’re a spaceman
you’re more of an extra terstaral
sitting on somebody else’s sofa
with a pint of cola and an extra testicle.
Dealing with society’s rejection
another mushroom consumed
for your inspection,
To boldly go where no man
has gone before
tripping over carpets
and walking into doors
You’re the spaceman,
the spaceman baby,
out of your head and acting crazy!
You’re a couple of cards
short of a deck,
your no spaceman
you’re a space cadet.
Biscuits, jaffa cakes,
food for thought
you’re a cosmic adventurer
interstellar, overlord!
You claim you’re a spaceman
you fly in the sky
you think you’re a spaceman
you’re incredibly high
Set the controls
for the heart of the sun  
blast of to alpha centori
dope can only make you numb
tell us another farfetched story.
Ground control to major disaster
countdown aborted
Houston we have a problem
this new drug
this spaceman just snorted
Time flies as the body dies,
names can never hurt you
needs must as the mind flies,
this space dust isn’t working.
In space no one can see you
no one can hear you scream
Your never be a spaceman
but at least you can dream