Moon and stars
On the docket tonight.
What can be done
To set them right?

How can they float
So free up there
Without driving up
The corporate shares?

Genius minds
Will find a way
To monetize
And save the day.

Every atom
In the universe
Will one day sing
That chorus verse.

One final ad
To rule them all,
To sell all things
Both great and small.

When all the worlds
Are bought and sold,
O, what a story
‘Twill be told.

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