Our human nature being what it is
will not have changed much on that distant day.
Some will become inebirated or
high; and some will resort to prostitutes.
A very few will humbly kneel to pray.
But others, holding themselves valuable
and inconvenienced, will complain; and say,
"I am a valuable customer,
"and I have been a valuable customer
"for many years. That solar detonation---
"that seems to occupy all conversation,
"and cause to lesser minds such consternation
"these days---is quite an inconvenient damper
"on my intentions: not appreciated!
"Because of this, I am just so frustrated---
"so disappointed---not a happy camper.
"I think that I deserve consideration
"above . . . beyond. Because, you can be sure.
"I am a valuable customer.
"Perhaps you might think outside of the box,
"pro-actively, to find some compensation,
"especially until the crisis passes,
"and our expanding sun blows off its gasses."
The calls go on, and they expect their asses
kissed to provide their ego's validation.
Until the blast has been expelled and slams
across the solar system, and no part---
neither planet nor moon---remains intact:
obliterated by a stellar fart.
Starward
[jlc]
Ever given any thought to
Ever given any thought to science fiction prose? You might enjoy it. And by the way, then ending gave me a chuckle.
Sorry, I got so ful of myself
Sorry, I got so ful of myself for a moment that I forgot to say thanks for the comment, and for liking the ending.
Seryddwr
Actually, when I was a lad
Actually, when I was a lad (high school), back in the covered wagon days (lol), I aspired to be a science fiction writer. I had some nifty ideas, but not enough prose talent to put them across. Then, during that unique experience we call first love, I was directed to poetry. I have never looked back. I do try to post some science fiction/horror ideas in some of my poems. I posted one called the Perpetual Chihuahua, a sci fi poem i was rather pleased with.
Seryddwr