I wonder what day it is
on Pluto. Maybe
the Plutonians have named
a blues song after the day
of the week (or corresponding
unit) that's notoriously grim,
even for a disrespected orb
barely on speaking therms
with the sun. And
everybody knows that the
Plutonian work-day is forever,
longest in the solar system,
plus no labor unions. Cold.
I say, Hey, Pluto, I'll check
with you again when it's about
noon your time, Okay, man?
hans ostrom 2015
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