I am
so envious
of the cities that
get to
hold you
while I sit here
at home
with empty arms

Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Major Tom to ground control
I fear Rocket Man is growing old

Spending life in outer space
Wonders at the progress made
Floating between these satellites
In this his so called spaced out life

Afraid he was right when he said
The planet Mars is no place for kids
Filling his Tin Can with salty tears
Crying for his home all these years

Ground control to Rocket Man
There's no future in your plans
When there's no place for you to land
In this space of high demand

For Rocket Man and Major Tom
Time has treated you both so wrong
In this game of universal control
Light years away you lost your souls

With the mission to secure
New found worlds for dying Earth
Which has gone from bad to worse
Joining others in this age old curse

Rocket Man to ground control
I fear Major Tom is growing old

I walked past my pantry
Late one Friday night
To the sounds of what appeared to be
The goings on of a party inside

I grabbed a hold the latches
Swung wide open the door
With absolutely no earthly idea
Of what was soon in store

Colorful lights were flashing
Somewhere in the back
I moved aside the ketchup and mayo
To see where it was at

I took out the pickles and saltine's
So I could better see
What all the commotion was inside
Of my food pantry

That's when I saw the flashing lights
Inside the jar of Nutella
I picked it up right away
Me being a some what curious fella

As I held it at eye level
It vibrated in my hands
In what felt like a driving rhythm
From a 70's Disco band

Can't say I wasn't nervous
As I loosened up the lid
No telling what was going on inside
What dangers lay ahead

With both hands slightly shaking
I removed the rounded top
There was a party in the making
And it was going on non stop

The Nutella had it's boogie on
Or if you prefer, it's groove
Whatever you wish to call it
A party was the mood

There was a strobe light and confetti
Even a tiny Disco ball
As I gazed over the edge of the jar
I saw banners wall to wall

I guess you could say Nutella
Is quite the party treat
That may cost you at the grocery store
But once home the cover charge is free

The curves of our flesh
also collide when pen or
brush touches paper.

"Curiosity didn't **** me"* said the cat,
*"She just introduced me to the wrong crowd"