To you and me we might agree
That holes have nothing much inside
But our universe has lots of them
In many places, they reside
Absorbing anything that gets too close
Sweeps all and sundry outsides in
Like a planetary landfill site
A super mashing trash stuffed bin
Metal bones and rolling stones
Our Black Hole painted Vanta black
Turning all we know and ever knew
Less than the point of a carpet tack
No need to shout the end is nigh
The sucking distance is so vast
In terms of when our time is up
Our distant futures will have past
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