A decade and more Do we implore The exo doctors that we trust For common man Wants a plan To inherit more than toxic dust
But with a legion of exo-thinkers We are not impressed, For in fifteen years no policies Have been made manifest, that is
All except the one, That blames the hapless abductee For asking for the fun.
With whistles blown in HD And a tide of merchandise Smoke-screens and mirrors And cul-de-sacs have Stalls out to entice.
But would a government entity Disclose profits from alien act When legally in courts of law They are accessories to the fact?
So the alien circus trundles on And conferences can’t find footage And with victims gone, lets dream upon The thoughts of alien cabbage.