Big black butt

Big black butt

A Poem by Arthur Zevalij

Ground Control to Big black butt

Ground Control to Big black butt

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Big black butt

Commencing countdown, engines on

Check ignition and may God's love be with you

This is Ground Control to Big black butt

You've really made the grade

And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Now it's time to leave the capsule, if you dare

This is Big black butt to Ground Control

I'm stepping through the door

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way

And the stars look very different today

For here am I sitting in a tin can

Far above the world

Planet Earth is blue

And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles

I'm feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Tell my man I love him very much, he knows

Ground Control to Big black butt

Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

Can you hear me, Big black butt?

Can you hear me, Big black butt?

Can you hear me, Big black butt?

Can you hear me, Big black butt?

Can you-

© 2023 Arthur Zevalij


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Added on November 23, 2023
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Arthur Zevalij
Arthur Zevalij

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