Radiation Plantation

by Winston C. Mars

October 13, 2003

"Radiation Plantation,"
I spoke the information.

"Scott?"

Scott blew snot on a pink carnation.

"Ready the gammaram,
and prepare for floatation."

"Aye aye, captain,"
he replied as he spied a crustacean.

So at last we'd found it,
in the deepest of space!

This holiest of grails,
the prey in our chaseâ€¦

Who'd have believed it!
Real, and true?
Nobody! But you were all wrong! And screw you!

Pausing to blink in the thick radiation,
I surveyed the scene with a keen adulation.

The orange peaks protruding from a backdrop so drabâ€”
"Scott, now goddammit! Don't kick that space crab!"

Christ! On the cusp of a discovery so vast
it would make the wheel itself seem half-assed,

I was cursed with a first mate so wantonly inept
that I put down my somascope and wantonly wept!

No good! No use! Might as well pack it in!
My half-life had been wasted, chucked in the waste bin.

Twenty long years been spent in pursuitâ€¦
Now the ass of my dreams was being kicked with a boot!

The free energy here could boggle the brain,
with atomic atoms and radiant rain.

It could power a nation and make a man rich.
"Scott, stop rolling around in that space ditch!"

It's useless, it's hopeless! It's patently absurd!
There he is throwing rocks at a space bird!

A competent crewman would be my salvation.
Oh, I picked the wrong weekend to ask for visitation!

"What is it now Scott? Can't you see I'm distraught?
With no way to prove that I was here or not?

The mission's a failure, no one will believe
that I ever found this place. Now let's us just leave!"

"You found me a present, well yippie and woo-hoo.

Wait, this is the space shell of a radiant shrew!

It's only found hereâ€¦ our failure undone!

Oh what a genius I have for a son!"

Milestones

1985: Ramrod Hurley flim-flams his way into the studio for the recording of We Are the World. Though his subversive lyrics go unsung, Hurley's taser-induced squeal can be heard two minutes into the track, a sound previously attributed to Cyndi Lauper.

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