Like a meteor falling to earth,
Things were speeding right along.
Until one day it crash landed,
Proving that everything was wrong.
Now it sits smoldering and still,
Microbes aboard fishing for blame.
As the alien atmosphere kills them,
They play their petty little game.
Why has progress ground to a halt?
Who here will provide an explanation?
Be wary of whatever fool points out,
Reality has returned from its vacation.
Onlookers laugh for they see truth,
While the crew tells only more lies.
As they have no incentive to view it,
Through two eternally rose tinted eyes.
A few insiders cry themselves to sleep,
As they have suffered the cruelest fate.
For reputations have been quite marred by,
Association with these hopeless reprobates.
Yet hope springs eternal on the horizon,
Perhaps a few of them may survive a trek.
That takes them to someplace a bit better,
Than the combustible remains of this wreck.