The Sun Flies Free Poem by Satan Esquire

In the meadow, in the valley
In the middle of the night
The sun flies free!
You can see it up there
Almost like a star in its twinkling
Sometimes it feels so close
Like heat upon my face
Even when it's cloudy
And the moon, its sister
Is busying herself with other things
And its ugly stepsister, Pluto
Is far away not being a planet
Are there people living on the sun
Or is it being lonely up there, like me
All alone in the sky except for the birds
Who don't talk its language, anyway
Love