In a world where tides are kings, Venus shrugs its shoulders
Does the moon even affect its molten soul?
Such compelling questions drowned in Saturn's rings of sarcasm.
Oh, tidal friction on an inferno of atmosphere!
Pulling and pushing like a teenager's misbehaving twin.
Do they even care about the craters' feelings down below?
Meanwhile, Earth is watching Netflix and sipping tectonic lattes,
Lamenting its own boring oceans and lack of real drama.
Want that juicy Venusian tidal friction? You gotta pay extra
for the cosmic subscription service.
When the pixels kiss the horizon, that’s where Venus lies,
Caught between the nostalgia of RGB flickers and tidal tantrums.
Here's to the giants of space,
And their feeble attempts at harmony amid galactic chaos.
The End or the Beginning?