We're approaching 2017
Hoagie's absent, you know what I mean
Time for some Cydonia exposure
Or at least a smidgen of disclosure
You may think this some kind of retort
But I've read the Brookings Report
I wanna know some answers soon
As I stare at the Santa Fe moon
They told me arcologies are up there
But the info's stalled, dissipating in air
Holding onto Club 19-five
But as of late it's barely alive
Seems like they're still on the fence,
But what of Morningstar, Lambert, and Spence
The show's like some kind of prism
Or the Anitikythera Mechanism
As the light of truth shone through it
RCH knew just how to intuit
The reality of the context of science
And NASA's questionable compliance
With analysis and detailed procedures
Of images the panel oft features
As Laney and Farrar have no doubt
Of many relics lurking about
So when will the show come back to us
This question is not superfluous
We need insights now more than ever
Bad getting worse, good getting better
Asimov, Heinlein, and Clarke
Are like lights that shine in the dark
The info ya know runs the gamut
While we listen to Forbidden Planet
I try to comprehend all the factoids
But they pass like mysterious asteroids
It might be just like Tabby's Star
A mystery to us from afar
So we await your glorious return
Like the fiddle-head curls from the fern
But if you're a grump we just won't have it
So you better just talk like Dick Cavett
