What Fascinates Me
They say Napoleon at his death
had a half inch object in his neck.
He often claimed he had been abducted
By strange men in a strange looking object.
I sometimes wish they would take me too.
Although I'm not much good past fifty two.
Seemingly it's our eggs they're after.
As they have over biologised their sex factor.
They are worried about our human race.
As we rush headlong at a rapid pace.
To have Gaia exhale her last breath.
End our blessed lives here on Earth.
I believe in UFO's, don't you?
In this unending galaxy we are miniscule.
Men in black keep the facts well hidden.
To know the truth we are forbidden.
It’s fascinating to think we may all be
on the brink of extermination in a blink.
What does Putin really think?
Time will tell….
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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