The Hollow Moon

The Moon is a sphere
That much is clear;
But can it be hollow inside?

Not cosmically made
But instead, all arrayed
With engines which gravities hide?

The Death Star soon
Was found to be no Moon
So what was that about?

But the alien life herding us inside
Seems to have far too much pride
To let us sqush to death.

See! Behold! Cold temperatures!
Small boxes cryogenic.
We’ll be just fine
It’s genetic:

If we’re frozen we can’t age
And we’ll emerge bright and aerated
For all our alien friends to begin
To be sure we’re all marinated.

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As told to Jeff Mach