Since Pluto is no longer a planet
I’m worried about the implications
For people like me who
May no longer cut it.
Too small, too cold, too distant,
An irregularity of orbit
That brings me back round again
Ever too unpredictably.
Upon further review I may lack
The qualifying criteria for human-ness.
Crossed off all the lists for the crime
Of being insufficiently luminous.
Just a frozen rock hurtling through space,
Always on the fringe of the consensus grace.
I may try to tack toward the Sun soon
But who knows if that will even be enough
Yes, you still have Mars you still have your Moon
But the Moon will never love you back.