A Waste Of Space

The universe has 'pockets,' distant from our rockets,
how antiquated, time to progress, von Braun to magnets;
perhaps then those light years would not be immpossible,
and your value and worthiness in life would be achievable.

We got there before we arrived - so memories archived,
no nose cone, body aloft, before all your spirits dived;
don't dumb yourself down, it's them who's the clown,
you're paramount, known for all, just someone of renown.

Wow! You're right -  I never really thought about that way,
so in future, I won't really give a shit what they might say;
not easy to grasp but once you're done, then you're done,
time to move on, after all of this nonsense I want some fun!

There you go, I'm so pleased for you because you're special,
no one can get near you - the way you wax so very magical.