Gonna have the last laugh
Watching your last gasp
Of failing atmosphere
Drowning in red dust
You’ll cough and rasp
Exposed, you will know fear
You’re not going to Mars
Mars is coming here
Saw you whistle past the failing crops
The rolling blackouts and supply shocks
And soar above the cordons
So smug in your rarified air
But accounting tricks fail before physics
Your loopholes explode on their launchpads
As oceans boil off into darkness
They’re fleeing, they’re leaving you here
Another sphere given to crimson
While you jerked off to your childish vision
Know when you swing from the gibbet
This is what you deserve, o false pioneer