A bubbly stench murmurs the cryovolcano
Say Al, you can almost hear that smell.
All the way from Saturn? get real.
Just go ahead and mash the buttons, Stuart,
This gal is going off the clock in two hours.
If you’d just turn on the radio, we might not
be so bored, but put your gloves on, mister
the battery is corroded -you’ll get burned
if you don’t or go blind or something you read about
in school. Change those out, first will ya?
And give me a turn at the scope. Like they say
two lenses are better than one and
this hungry girl from ennui town needs
something to look at besides your
ugly mug and the desert sky.
The methane’s gonna take us all down anyway.
Why don’t we just fly on up to the Doom
Mons and get it over with and let our little
Mount Graham Red squirrels stay behind to show
us how you make a graceful exit
Golly, you’re a dark one, Alexis. Here,
listen to this one from the legendary
Hank Williams: I’m so Lonesome I could Cry
Try to get some perspective.
Stu, perspective’s all I got
Your lunchbox is talking to me
Got anything in there to share?
Nope, but here’s a dust rag.
Spray down the console,
I’ll get the floor tonight. Gonna
call in over to the station,
It’s my sister’s birthday, send out
“Sweet Temptation” by Larry Sparks
Ask about the fishing forecast, Stu,
Tomorrow’s my day off. See what’s
running under Riggs Flat Lake.
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