Satellite Missed Me

Well this will be, the second one in recent times.
An, Object Dropped Out Of Diminishing Orbit (ODOODO).

I got news for; you and you, and me too.
It missed me. Missed you too, otherwise WE
might see IT on You Tube.

It is not, that I might get fame if I became a flaming pile of flesh and satellite shame.
Oh quite a different tangent, wrong place wrong time, does the punishment fit the crime?

Am I being clear or are you lost, playing catch with a satellite, and my life I lost?
There I said it, ROSAT said "catch me I am falling", I said "what is taking so long...?"
"Why, are you stalling?"

Let us all not forget, the gravity of the situation, you will not just fall but plummet.
I will not ignore the situation, or let a space agency bring it, down to DUMB IT.

Hey I want to be a winner, I want to get a souvenir!
Why not a 1.6 metric ton gigantic heat resistant mirror? 

Maybe it is all a dream, in my head as I sleep, as a result of sipping potion?
Or as the odds would have, we will only meet, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

I know I sound like it is in the past, but we are waiting for you, ROSAT to blast,
In through the sphere at most, height, with a flash, and
with out a sound, save for the rushing of wind by and amongst your fewer parts,
until you come home to Earth where your life did start.

You can finally rest, you have surpassed the test, just remember, to miss all life
in your entrance, small or grand, (like you have a choice).  When will they ever
learn, these learned men of science, that the sacrifice of 1 mistaken life, takes
away from the knowledge they gain, if along the way there was anguish and pain,
if it is heard as a whistling and a deadening thud. It is not the person who hears the sound
that needs to fear; tis the one that hears none.

Then somewhere shrill and near a siren will sound all too familiar: - odoodo; odoodo;

ODOODO....ODOODO.............................................