Sigh Oh, here comes the Great Cosmic Camel,
With a swagger that’s cosmic, not just a gamble.
Across the vast heavens, it lumbers with grace,
But today, it’s got doubts written all over its face.
It stopped for a moment, took in the scene,
A Western flick blaring, where folks act so keen.
“If a horse can be a star,” the Camel thought grim,
“Then what does that say ‘bout the rest of them?”
With a shake of its head, and a long, weary sigh,
“Humanity’s still stuck, like a kid in a tie.
They’re twirling their lassos, in a world so absurd,
While I’m just a traveler, lost for the words.”
Then came the sound of Peter Dutton’s speech,
The Camel rolled its eyes, wishing for a breach.
“Politicians and jingles, they fill up the air,
But it feels like a nursery, a perpetual snare.”
“Let’s talk about progress, let’s talk about dreams,
Instead of the same old recycled schemes.
I thought I’d find wisdom, some spark of the wise,
But it seems I’m just floating through a planet of sighs.”
With a huff and a puff, it took to the sky,
“Time to fly far away, let these earthlings comply.
For if they can’t see, beyond their own play,
Then the Great Cosmic Camel will simply drift away.”
So off it went, through the stars and the night,
Leaving behind the nursery, the jingle-filled plight.
In the vastness of cosmos, it sought something grand,
A place where the hearts of the people could stand.
Oh, Great Cosmic Camel, with your wisdom so wide,
May you find what you seek on the stellar tide.
For while we may stumble, and often delay,
We’re all just a part of this grand cosmic play.
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