You've spent your whole life looking at Uranus. It's time you finally held some.
Seventy-six trillion miles away and still, somehow, the funniest planet in the room. We have been observing. The observations are conclusive.
Sub-zero core temperature. Sub-zero number of cares given.
Pours it straight into the orbit. We've stopped asking where it goes.
Minus 224°C of pure, uncut presence. The chain, regrettably, is real.
Our instruments stopped at nine thousand and quietly resigned.
The seventh planet
is watching back
For decades they told you to look away. To giggle, change the subject, and pretend the seventh planet simply wasn't there.
