Perils Of The Moon:

Red lava rivers spit firy flames
Stinging the surface of the Moon,
Crystal flowers drip with sweat
Turning into tainted salt lagoons.

Poisonous gases saturate the air
As shooting stars die with grace,
And rainbows of all colorless fogs
Slowly evaporate without a trace.

Deadly hazes call the Moon home
And their fluorescents tag along,
During the day bowing their heads
But at nighttime coming on strong.

Vapors of matter come bubbling up
Each one filled with muck and crud,
As oxygen freezes fresh air thaws
Making all of your skin wanna crawl.

A glowing rock dipped in cheese
And then hung high so it can dry,
A non-popular spot for any driver
Where only martians dare to fly.

It's a none of a kind masterpiece
For asteroids and meteors to breed,
And it's neon skin almost extinct
From the yellowish blood it bleeds.