Gal in fronta me left
a Carolina fishing boat
to chase them asteroids.
Rocks floating in dark
gotta hotter economy now.

Lunar enby folks across here,
all got they marriages
dissolved by robot bosses;
true love on assembly line
not profitable today.

Grandpunks wanna stick me
in Edmonton creche next week.
“Cognitive decline,” AI doc says.
Nah, I go to Mama Neptune,
habitat of beer and jumping dice.

Make enough there, might defrost
they grandpas next year.