And I will charge you a fee
Because nothing is for free
Even in space where
No one hear you scream
I can see the speculators
Cashing in on moonshine
Hedging on Martian gas
Underwriting terraforming
On Titan or Europa
Where a buck is to be made
There shall the middle man go
For he was not born of the sun -
Those shards left better men blind -
He was born of lesser stuff
He was born of lesser stuff
The bitter dust left behind
© shaun patrick green 2012
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