The Arrival of the Editors
I’ve parked my saucer just behind the fence
beside the shopping mall. I plan to blend
unnoticed in the crowd. I will pretend
to be an Earthling. I believe they sense
there’s something odd about me. I’ll commence
my plan of action when the Guardians send
the stun gunners. Their saucer should descend
before too long. I’m starting to feel tense.
I might take home a small one as a pet.
The older Earthlings seem too handicapped
to come with us. A small one will forget.
We’ll tie the Earthlings up inside a net
and haul them off to Mars. They may adapt
and if they don’t I certainly won’t fret.
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited August 13, 2004).]
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