An Ode to NASA-TV
LAMENESS ALERT How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (Though I'll more likely ramble onwards for days.)
I love the peace and quiet the listless noise of MTV fades alo Channel 213 on my satellite, refed through the Dish Network in Littleton, CO Does anyone else watch this channel? I should hope not - I have it all to myself! Astronauts putting on a show just for me. My tax dollars flying tall. You inspire me to artwork [see figure!], though not quite enough to finish. Alas, I fear the shuttle cockpit is beyond my abilities. But NASA TV still soothes my senses watching the world float by any time I please. What's this? Howls of disdain and scorn from others gathered to see the glowing tube. How can I stand this serene drivel? This boring inanity? How can I not? I ask the gathr'd horde But alas, they don't understand. If only they could understand the excitement of the launch, the flight of the lonely! Without a commercial or whining teenager selling me sex, fame, the good stuff. What of the stars? The astronauts are dull, scientific. "It's great!" laugh pilots, but I am unconvinced. What is it they really feel on orbit? 5 Days, 6 Minutes, 23 Seconds into the flight? This is Mission Control, Houston, goodnight. 
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