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 evening’s 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.
