What Matters Most

Saturn V Rocket, Johnson Space Center, Houston, Texas

What matters to you most?

Who is most dear to you in your life?

What makes you at peace more than anything?

FUCK IT. IT DOESN’T MATTER MORE THAN THIS.

NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT I AM GOING TO GOING TO BRING TO YOUR ATTENTION RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Life on earth.

4 times before, shit has come from the sky and killed most living things.

To not worry about it because it hasn’t happened in a while

is like a roach comfortable in your cabinet or crossing your floor tile

in front of you because she doesn’t know anyone who’s been stomped,

and yeah they fumigate sometimes and every little roach heart stops,

but it hasn’t happened in so long, things should be fine.

In the meantime, this divine house is so nice and cozy,

and yeah it might behoove to plan in case this rosy situation changes,

an escape route to avoid obliteration to save us,

kill the human so roaches survive, or at least make it move for the sake of roach life,

but… why should we? Let’s just make love, eat, and sleep, life is good, see?!

This planet is a billiard ball, rolling towards whatever might come our way,

 like the 48 tons of space rock that fall from the sky every day,

there are flying asteroids everywhere waiting for us,

most of which we don’t notice until it’s under our noses

Like people in Russia a few years ago that saw a bright blaze

Like a second sun it raced through the sky as they run to the window

Before they could react as they gaze in wonder,

glass breaks in their face from the impact as the wind blowed

The Chelyabinsk meteorite landed in 2013 the day after valentines

and released the energy of an atom bomb but multiplied by 30 times

it had been completely undetected, unsuspected by astronomers

the suns glare blocked cosmic binoculars of this rock heavier than the Eiffel tower.

Much bigger rocks have come several times to end most life with their meteor showers

Any day, a rock like this could land over Manhattan, Lagos or San Antonio

We could be those roaches in your cabinet, say ehh fate happens man, ya know?

Or we could expand demand and the pace of our space program,

We could vote people in power who care to see that humanity

Should last past what could be our last meteor shower,

Encourage our children to look up, and dream of the future,

Of course we have pressing concerns and lessons to learn,

You have to look down to tie your shoelace

So you don’t trip and break your head

But look up cause a paint can misplaced

Off of a fifth floor ledge is fixing to make you dead

When the dinosaurs died from a space rock in Mexico’s Yucatan

But they had a peanut sized brain, and as far as we know, no space program,

What’s our excuse?