I’m not typically one to rush to judgement
But I’m having difficulty dealing with adjustment
I suppose that I’ll get used to it eventually
But so far I prefer the twentieth century

Even when the evenings aren’t so shitty
I can’t see any stars because I’m too close to the city
True, I’m looking forward to the advent of space tourism
But for now I’m merely bored
And as a matter of fact, who isn’t?

I know the picture that I paint is none too pretty
Self-portrait, up to elbows in self-pity