Save the World
[Dearest American friends... Gloucester is pronounced ‘Glosster’]
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A sleepy old town in deep darkest Gloucester
A stranger in town must be an imposter
He doesn’t eat and he doesn’t drink
And he speaks to a man with his lips out of sync
The man said you speak with an alien tongue
The last word he heard... our invasion’s begun
The man’s dying thought as he went off to heaven
Was that was three words but his lips moved for seven
There is a lake with an island with trees on
And a real pretty woman appears for no reason
She’s stood by a man who’s incredibly ripped
He’s a scientist and to the waist he is stripped
He looks at the woman and gives her a gun
And he doesn’t ask why her shirt is undone
She aims at the stranger, why are you here
The scientist tells her, it aint for the beer
He said I’ve not seen him, don’t know where he’s from
But there is a planet I call Skoxalom
And as there’s some music to give us a scare
I think he’s a Skox and he’s just come from there
Soon there’ll be hundreds, perhaps thousands more
I know this although it’s not happened before
We could get some jets to nuke him real good
Or maybe just stab him with stakes made of wood
Or stick him with virus to poison his blood
Or bury him in that convenient mud
Or take and keep him caged up in my lab
To find out if maybe he’s really a crab
The woman said stranger I’m struck by your silence
I’m thinking that maybe you’re scheming some violence
The stranger then muttered through out of sync lips
I do not speak for its not in the script
And then it rained, it was just a light drizzle
The alien died as they watched his skin sizzle
The alien sagged and fell into a bog
The girl and the scientist went for a snog
A banjo man cheered at the Skox’s destruction
The words on the screen said...
‘A Netphlix Production.’
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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