'' Deep Space '' Poem by Bri Mar

When they finally die,
Don't ask why,
They send their ashes up to the stars,
Common sense they defy,
As they say goodbye,
Is the hope they may land on Mars?

They waste their cash,
On that final dash,
They'll no longer have deep pockets,
With their illegal stash,
They're being brash,
As it costs a lot for rockets.

Open your eyes,
You may realise,
When the truth has finally dawned,
Taking to the skies
On your demise,
The truth is, you're being conned.

The human mind,
At times is blind,
The rich can be so uncouth,
How they're defined,
Is they are inclined,
To hide from what is the truth.

It is a fact,
You've clearly cracked,
Why would you choose this way?
Use some tact,
It's charlatans you'll attract,
Your estate will dearly pay.

The sellers are aware,
That what's out there,
In reality, is not worth the chase,
This may cause despair,
But I do declare,
You already reside in,

‘' Deep Space ‘'