….you give
so few fucks
about what we think
that you
hid for
centuries
finally coming
out of the closet
repealing
the boundaries
that had
herded us in
revealing
how diverse
the universe
is
and yet
you kept
fucking
with our ideas
about space and distance
maneuvering through
fly-bys so close
we almost thought
you had
returned to the
family
before zooming off
into such cold introspection
that we
named an entire system
of oppressive removed governance
after
that interstellar arrogance
petulantly
we referred to you
as a cartoonish dog
and finally
calling your
rock star bluff
we tried
downgrading you
to a rock
but star
you so obviously
still are
wearing your heart
on
your sleeve
and turning
away from
our adulating
hand waving
respect!
pluto –
you got game
and yet….