Did you ever say something nice?

No wander it's falling.

Been coming for a while.

People grumbled when they were grey.

They wanted to fly off,

Get a better one.

And when it was blue,

They squinted,

And talked of migraines.

As if it's the Sky's fault,

Our skulls are two sizes too small.

And we could not take the time,

To stop and clean up a bit.

Blinding it, with those awful,

silvery 'scrapers, glaring in the afternoon.

So it had enough.

It decided to call it quits.

Do what we always dreamt of,

And get a better place.

Serves us right.