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.


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