Here's why the red alert is on:
we're flushing down this black hole like a john.
But space-time singularities gone bad
are facts of life, there’s no use getting mad.
We'll only have to find a way to cheat her;
we know these G's she's pulling will not peter.
But don't despair! It wouldn’t help to chuck
out all our hopes we’ll get unstuck;
let's try this: open up the lone
engine housing. What’s that humming tone?
It’s growing louder, screaming like a banshee:
a hopeless fight against each thrust and G.
Let’s blow it up; we know we cannot save it.
In the shuttle! Disconnect the davit!
Blast off backwards in the explosion’s torrents,
pop the clutch when shifting à la Lorentz!