And now,.... a poem.

Elon Musk is messing with NASA karma by proposing to launch his private rocket on the anniversary of the first moon landing. Don't make the karma angry, Elon. You wouldn't like it when it's angry, like when NASA kept sending up astronauts in the last week of January.

Someone suggested we pack him, and some of his billionaire buds, into the payload.  I quite agree. And so, sing along!

In the not-too-distant future
A week from Tuesday AD,
There was a guy named Elon Musk
Quite different than you or me

He got himself rich from electric cars
And decided he wanted to reach the stars
But the people saw him, and Jeff, and Gates,
And they really didn't like them so they shot them into space!

"We’ll alter their trajectory
And aim them at the sun!” (la la la)
“And turn off their overrides and comms
So they can’t speak to anyone!” (la la la)

Now keep in mind they can't control
Any gizmos on their end (la la la)
Because they used those special parts
To make their robot friends

ROBOT ROLL CALL!
Alexa!
Siri!
Cortana!
YOOOOOOOOOOO!

You’re not wondering how they eat or breathe
Or other science facts (la la la)
You’re just happy we killed some billionaires-
We can really just relax

For This Incineration…. 3,000,000,000!