this is heavily censored however it still seems to ring well:
Pluto Sh|ts on the Universe
BY FATIMAH ASGHAR
On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over NeptuneÛªs orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that PlutoÛªs path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as ÛÏchaotic,Û Pluto was later discredited from planet status in 2006.
Today, I broke your solar system. Oops.
My bad. Your graph said I was supposed
to make a nice little loop around the sun.
Naw.
I chaos like a mother#$%&*r. AinÛªt no one can
chart me. All the other planets, they think
IÛªm annoying. They think IÛªm an escaped
moon, running free.
F@$k your moon. F@$k your solar system.
F@$k your time. Your year? Your year ainÛªt
s@$t but a day to me. I could spend your
whole year turning the winds in my bed. Thinking
about rings and how Jupiter should just p}%$y
on up and marry me by now. Your day?
ThatÛªs an assw#pe. A sniffle. Your whole day
is barely the start of my sunset.
My name means hell, b%#@h. I am hell, b#$%h. All the cold
you have yet to feel. Chaos like a mother#%^}{r.
And you tried to order me. Called me ninth.
Somewhere in the mess of graphs and math and compass
you tried to make me follow rules. Rules? F@$k your
rules. Neptune, that b%#@h slow. And I deserve all the sun
I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me.
It is February 7th, 1979 and my skin is more
copper than any sky will ever be. More metal.
Neptune is b%#@h-sobbing in my rearview,
and I got my running shoes on and all this sky thatÛªs all mine.
F@$k your order. F@$k your time. I realigned the cosmos.
I chaosed all the hell you have yet to feel. Now all your kids
in the classrooms, they confused. All their clocks:
wrong. They donÛªt even know what the f@$k to do.
They gotta memorize new songs and s^*t. And the other
planets, I f@$ked their orbits. I shook the sky. Chaos like
a motherf@$ker.
It is February 7th, 1979. The sky is blue-gold:
the freedom of possibility.
Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad.
