There are aliens afoot –
aliens at hand –
some who go kaput –
some we know we’ll never understand.
There are aliens who watch –
aliens who swim –
some who scratch their crotch
some who may be her or may be him.
There are aliens who grate –
aliens who calm –
some we’d like to date –
some on whom we'd like to drop a bomb.
There are aliens who kill –
aliens who don’t –
some who pay the bill –
some we pray will pay one day but won’t.
There are aliens who spar –
aliens who kiss –
some who may go far –
some who only wish for the abyss.
There are aliens we spoof,
aliens we flee:
all of whom are proof
everyone’s an alien but me.
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