Shh! Don’t disturb him, whatever you do.
Leave him reclining in that plush rocket ship,
His remote-control wand sating his appetite for banality.
He’ll only get angry if you rouse him,
Demonstrate that the happiness he feels
Is merely pain with a painted face.
Let him watch the meteors falling from the sky,
Allow him to be amused by the celestial light show
As they doomfall around him.
Well that’s my advice, anyway.
You want to poke that dinosaur, knock yourself out!
Just don’t expect any help from me.