Helm
So, off we race to deepest space,
The cosmos and the void –
I do not have a brain or face,
And I am paranoid –
Nor do I know which way to go.
A human made me, don’t you know.
I’m pilot-less, and I must guess
The route. I watch this glass:
I’m simple as some garden cress,
My elbow’s all my arse.
I have no Daddy, have no Mummy.
I am just a human’s dummy.
I represent the greater powers,
Their wisdom and their wit –
I sit here dour, hours on hours,
Whatever fashions fit –
I’m crazy, isolationist,
And better still, I don’t exist.
The pond life on my planet hunts
For moolah on the moon:
I am a dunce who looks for bunce,
But won’t find any soon:
I have no blood. Through space I scud.
I’m Trump, I’m May. I am a dud.
