Awoke from cryo freeze, universal news; a blaster droid melts,
took a meteor shower & clasp my slacks with an asteroid belt,
the economic state of 3rd world planet's leaves cash so cheap,
so air taxes made me pawn my astro ship, for an astro sheep,
with metallic wool & blast-o feet, we've planned an assignment,
we're going to hitch gravity glides on the planetary alignment's,
zooming past the space stations, we fuel up & waste ration's,
cosmic cafe; we sample the interstellar menu & taste nations,
while dodging space pirate tractor beams for looting the rich's,
remaining positive, like seein' the bright side of lunar eclipse's,
while the long arm of the law, claims the right to be stop'n me,
as space chases through realms, reach light speed velocity's,
& rocket powered look outs, look out hyper optical telescopes,
slaving for A.I. vending machines, wit option's to sell me dope,
maneuvering, I pull back the reigns & zipped up, like flys down,
eludin' past habits, where I once used to sniff up & buy pounds,
but that's the past, now I'm making pit stops, on the fifth rock,
& hang gliding winds at unsaid knots, upon Jupiter's Red spot,
crash on Earth where pollution makes it an ass stacked waste,
yet for now, tis a sheep & I who will roam this abstract space...