Atlas couldn't handle the weight.
Too much hypocrisy to compensate.
The Earth tilted but still spinned.
Atlas just gave up; He couldn't win.
Atlas then alone; Found a rogue star.
Who he had once met in a local bar.
She taught him how to let it all go.
Atlas disturbed went with the flow.
Said don't let the world get to you.
Though not all of the worlds are blue.
Here is a pretty comet you might like.
Well, whoops, too late; It took a hike.
But cheer up we will find a new ball.
And don't dribble it or it will fall.
Worlds are delicate and they are busy.
Watching them so much makes you dizzy.
You might even like them better afar.
Not so much weight; Go like you are.
Let some other fool keep the order.
Worlds seem to like their disorder.
