For SpaceX, a bard's lament of a tale so queer,
The FAA lays down its gently veiled spear,
Dozens of steps must they engage,
Ere the Starship graces heaven's wide stage.

I tell a tale of payment's square, a widespread ail,
Where merchants pleas fill the evenings gale,
Credit they cannot claim, as chaos descended,
A business heartache, two days unended.

Of courtly debates that rage afar,
A decree from the realm's highest bar,
Censoring voices in pandemic wake,
The First Amendment, they should not forsake.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur