My Girl Has 18 Moons

Keep your chat rooms baby.
I won’t IM any more.
Even sold my laptop,
cause cyber’s such a bore.

I’ve gone back to basics.
Astral projection, it’s for me.
Just read a book by Crowley,
the rest of it is free.

I met a girl from Saturn.
She knows how it swings.
She blew me with a spin around
those damned planetary rings.

Time moves fast on Saturn
and nights are short, you bet!
“So cool your jets there, Earth boy,
I hardly know ya yet”

When you hit that fifth dimension,
how many angels on a pin?
Is frottage with an alien
such a mortal sin?

I can’t say I know what colour
her hair is, or her eyes,
or whether she has twenty breasts,
or what’s between her thighs.

All I know is every morning
I wake up warm and spent.
Planetary conjugation,
a saturnalian event.