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What happens in space should stay in space

Nineteen million NASA's price   To build its crew a safe device So astronauts could have a place   To handle pee and fecal waste   And men of space would have a loo   To do what other men must do These millions bucks NASA would pay   So no spaceman would float away These men were safe from their own farts   With leg restraints and other parts And all was safely put in place   A porta-potty out in space But something's wrong I heard today   An amber rain on its way No place to hide no place to run   A loo in space has come undone From far in space a cry unheard   A spaceman hit by a flying turd
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londis-carpenter
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Published
Sep 25, 2010
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*In July of 2007 I read an article that NASA was spending 19 million US dollars for a Russian built space toilet.  A NASA spokesman said that it was a bargain price compared from building one from scratch.  Not being a plumber myself, what do I know?  Why not have a swank potty in space, perhaps even with a stack of old Buck Rogers comics floating around.

http://www.techmeme.com/070708/p2#a070708p2

Here's my problem.  On the Today show news this morning they reported that the thing already broke, and I felt that bristling tingle of hairs on the back or my neck rising as a warning that all is not safe.  This surely cannot end well.

So I did what I always do in a crisis.  I wrote a poem.  Hope you enjoy reading it to pass the time that we have left before

That foul, possible fatal, fecal asteroid hits.*

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