EarthAid

When the world runs out of groceries,
We'll rely upon the proceeds
Of an intergalaxtic charity ball.

First there'll be a space parade
And then, on to EarthAid
For dining and dancing in free fall.

Enter Centaurian ladies!
Enter Betelgeuse gents!
So chic to help the lower sentients
So cool to be among the stars.

Milky Way Morguls and Super-Nova Kings
Flash their latest neutronium rings
Twenty nude Procyians as their date
Each at a quadrillion joules per plate

We do appreciate your generosity
Your astronomical philanthropy
To feed a planet and stock its malls
Heck, that must take a lot of balls.

But we'll just sit here meekly
And watch it on our tvs
There will be naught but a soft breeze
When the world runs out of groceries.