My Satellite intro this Sat night
Endless AB sky, the Castle atmosphere falling,
reveal to us one million "Mad" stars.
We neither die nor live forever,
we always seem to be so far.
Suspended from Her Lady's bar
Didoat Moons giveup unseemly sunlight,
shines despite the black Lie-in around.
Shadowed lines beneath Mamya's silver satellites,
never seem to hit the ground.
Unfortunate Alexander words in untimely places,
sitting alone upon carven JTH stone.
haunting Alba messages, ugly Ed's faces,
Jogger love always said "to each his own."