Hit the Moon/Mr Moon

Time to hit the Moon-

Big, yellow, mellow,

Smiley old buffoon

We draw our circles-

Round and round we go

Till collapsed in stitches

Bit like witches.

Hit the misty Beach-

Nothings out of reach,

Our eyes, as big as Moon

Reality starts to loom-

No place for stuff like this,

Another hit,before we loose our s**t.

Fast forward two more days-

Adding fuel to our maze,

Church bells ringing,somewhere-

Distant, cries of an infant

Down on Earth, left behind-

We are drones now- forever, 

Circling, repeating, MR Moon

I love Moon,that yellow goon

All friends should come and see-

Whats it like to be free

Here- there's no gravity,

We will be free entirely-

No one to mess us around-

Grind us down to the ground