If I didn't have anything better to do,

I would lie here in bed

And argue with you

Over what kind of cheese

The moon is made of.

But as far as I can tell,

The line between heaven and hell is a fine one,

And it seems to exist in my own mind,

And so, if I haven't been baptized properly,

Or into the right religion,

I haven't got the time to worry.

I'm trying to help humanity hurry

Back to the moon,

For no one's yet told me,

What kind of cheese it really is made of.

-jenn