Spin Is Easy

It's marketing, that's all. They say the sun
Will go out in about five billion years,
So we should all be careful with our tears.
The oceans will dry up, and everyone,
Including you, will surely be undone.
They're trying to play havoc with your fears,
Exploiting nightmares as disaster nears,
But spin is easy, darlings. Don't be spun.

Tell anyone who asks you're not afraid,
Not of the dark, not of the obelisks
That rumble past you, and not of the risks
They warned about. Your worst fears were allayed
By clowns and feral cats, all badly spayed.
Pay no attention to the spinning disks.