Most of my poems are inspirational. But a few are very silly. This one is both inspirational and silly. And warning! It’s also very scatological, but also very true! This does not count as profanity because the words are being used for their literal meaning. But Gerard K. O'Neill
would be turning over in his grave if he weren’t whooping it up in Heaven. :0). This was inspired by two incidents. One: I read someone else's poem where an old Man on a park bench rebukes a young Man for using, "shit" as an expletive. "Shit is sacred. It helps things grow!"
The other happened in Hawaii. Our Tour Group was exploring the site of one of Hawaii's frequent volcanic eruptions. The place looked almost like a Moonscape: Magnificent desolation! But there in the cracks of one of the lava rocks was a clump of Grass growing. A Bird had pooped there and out of that nourishment Life was starting
the long, hard, sacred task of turning rock into soil, a task we will participate in, turning the asteroids into life bearing soil. Most every rock Most every world Contains tons and tons of gold. They don’t got shit!
The asteroids are full of it. What don’t they got They don’t got shit!
When Robots faithful work like Bees To build a billion waltzing wheels With room enough for multitudes So Earth in awesome view of that Becomes in sight a tad too small!
Won’t be enough to just survive. We’ll want our spirits kept alive! So we'll fill our Golden Wheels With fields of Wildflowers bobbing free Tended by the lightest Bees
Hugged gently by light gravity We’ll have rocks and waterfalls And Eagles soaring in the breeze And Birds and Bears and Chimps and Lions. Deep Forests full of Gnarly Trees! But while Bots can build a billion things Only Life can make manure! So we will pay what Midas would To ship the stuff millions of miles! x
But while Bots can build a billion things Only Life can make manure! So we will pay what Midas would To ship the stuff millions of miles!
And we can’t all poop enough Or shit enough. Or crap enough! We can’t make that stuff Near fast enough! Our speed of progress will depend
On what comes out our smelly ends!