Wading through the mindless muck
That nonetheless
Drags and draws
Unceasingly pulling downward
I suspect it would do so
Even in the absence of gravity
Floating in place
In the vacuum of space
It would coalesce into its own round ball
And drag at you
Towards its own center
Thereby defining its own "down"
Proving itself as wise as its mentor
I know what it would do
This sphere of mucky goo
It would break you down
It would use what's left of you
All tucked down and squashed at its epicenter
Broken down into ingredients
The building blocks of life
A moist atmosphere it would form
Single cell organisms sprouting in the warm
It's a planet
So what if it's smaller than Pluto
It's still a planet
Dammit!
A flag we shall give it
Allegiance we shall swear it
Oh mighty muck planet
I dub thee, not Tom, not Dick
But Harriet
All hail
Muck planet Harriet!
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