Dark side of the moon – a poem

Life ends to soon,
on the dark side of the moon.
All we have strived for,
rotten at the core.
Try to run,
try to hide.
Escape your own truth, it won’t last. Over is the fun.
There is time to bide,
before you are back on earth.
First you grovel through the dirt.
You have to show your worth,
it’s all the economy, stupid.
Capitalists playing Cupid with money,
they are bartering their honey.
You better be productive,
or fate will be up to mischief.
Dark side of the moon,
not a fine place to boon.
The lack of air,
falling in to despair.
Get a rocket,
and money in your pocket.

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