Astronauts ((With Perfect Thoughts))

Airplanes are like rockets;
rockets for the astronauts.
Too bad they are incapable
of thinking individual thought.

Airplanes don't fly too high,
they come back to the ground.
They are more easily subjected
to less-than-perfect lights and sounds.

Astronauts, they rise above..
so easily misled.
Perfect bodies for perfect minds
inside perfect little heads.

Let's let media produce perfection,
define it for the skyward bound.
They think that they're above it all..
above the lights and sounds.

A thousand different names and words,
all wrapped into one pretty face.
Oh, perfect little astronaut,
what's it like in outerspace?

Designer labels and getting high,
"I AM the influence, dear".
Oh, lovely little astronaut..
you have not but coming down to fear.

Now, every word seems mawkish
two thousand feet into the air.
Astronauts with perfect thoughts..
and lovely, perfect hair.

The irony of this lunar landing
is that darling, I'm just like you.
Red is red and black is black...
and I'm still surpressing bits of blue.