Rolling pearlharbors ahead and bad rhymes --
God's spanky hand's out, because we have sinned.
Carl Jung said saucers are deep inner needs.
What if the Gov's sowing fleur de mal seeds?
II.
I found my shoes inside an old spacecraft.
Apparently they had been taken, but
if they scratched and sniffed at my inner soles --
phew! Halitosis Bomb, poor ET proles,
abandon ship, gone separate ways, shut
mouths, and call in the Listerine luftwaffe.
The aliens are everywhere now like crabs
sidling in your sea pants after Sally
brought her talents to South Beach and made Wow.
(Note: You can view every article as one long page if you sign up as an Advocate Member, or higher).
