We say ‘hello’, and ‘how are you’
Establish everyone’s doing ‘great’
But while Brits describe the weather
Americans figure the heat
Rain or shine, we both define
Not how well the Sun is doing
But how clouds, it created, vowed
To bring a ‘good’ day to ruin
To have a ‘nice’ day, get high enough
Above clouds, the Sun don’t sleep, ‘God-damn-it’
Each day we shower, in unharnessed power
Yet at night, we hide behind the planet
The rotating Earth, it makes my day
Second by, second coming, coming soon
The tables will keep turning, dare I say…
…Last man on Mars, and on the Moon