Outer Space Poem by Allan James Saywell

He used to wonder why Man invaded Outer Space
Now he has obtained a black hole
As a Garbage disposal unit
Set up in his Greenhouse kitchen Resturant
Right beside Central Park
Where the ghost of Lennon still resides
You can hear him singing in the night
Imagine there is no sunshine
No wind or rain or cloud
Imagine there is no tomorrow
Or today or next week too
Imagine nobody left to love
No grass or trees, or oceans full of fish
No home or family, no enemies too hate
No just thousands of black holes and Space