We are all just made of stardust eh – no grit
and soul, just the supernova jetsam,
that’s enabling us to go get some!
We are all just made of stardust eh – no heart
and gumption, just the periodic table’s
elements apparently keeping us stable.
Gravity go squeeze us dry, we burn through
fuel in the hope of ascendence – an occasional
by-product gets called transcendence.
We are all just made of some old star, so
if you want me I’ll be at the bar – ordering
another pint of escape-juice. Down the hatch!