We say ‘hello’, and ‘how are you’
Establish everyone’s doing ‘great’
But while Brits describe the weather…
Americans figure the heat
Whether…
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 our planet
The rotating Earth, it makes my day
Second by, second coming, coming soon
The tables keep a’ turning, dare I say…
Last man on Mars, and on the Moon