I don’t usually write poems this long because I believe there’s a certain beauty in brevity and I usually don’t need much room to say what I want to say, but this time I had a lot to say.

The Moon ain’t made of cheese.
Because cheese doesn’t glow.
And clearly my lady does.
You can see her there, you know?
Just look up with those eyeballs,
And try and use your brain?
That look like a reflection?
Do I have to explain?
The Bible calls the Moon a light
Each time it is mentioned.
So it seems the idea, it’s reflecting
The Sun’s a modern invention.
And Son, I trust the Bible
Far before I trust these liars.
I’ve caught them in too many lies!
Their grace, with me’s, expired!
They not only insult her
By suggesting she’s a rock,
They claim that they went up there
And planted US flags, and walked!
But far more people than just me
Have pointed out the problems with this story.
Not very much of it makes sense
Or passes muster. Glory
Given to the actors
Playing parts in the facade.
They even become politicians!
That doesn’t strike you as odd?