Loving the Alien.
He checks to see if the hardware is clean.
He places 200 credits into the yanking machine.
The whirligig washes me, until I’m reasonably clean.
Then I step slowly out of the pleasure machine.
The clock is ticking, I’m alive for a while,
but later I’ll have to go back inside.
I am your alienonic lover.
I’ll make you feel just like no other.
Your dandruff dripping down you back.
Your drug stained collar and dirty mac.
My eyes dilate, I force a blush.
Then you get that adrenaline rush.
You pull me tight and it’s over so quick.
with a few yanks and jerks and tongue lick of sick.
The machine feeds me opiate to dull the pain.
It takes all of my effort to stay emotionally sane.
He staggers off, full of guilt and shame
making love to an alien while your wife is away.
Plumbed into a machine, people pay for a lay.
Unaware that their pleasures, do me great pain.
In this short moment I relive all my life.
I strain to remember, I’m barely alive.
Drug induced from the tubes that feed me.
I remember my mother and how she loved me.
In these spots of time I dream that I’m free.
The clock ticks away, the machine pulls at me.
My eyes drop a tear as I look down on me.
The glass door comes down in front of me.
Then the whirligig washes me until I’m reasonable clean.
Condensation on glass is hiding me
And a small cloth comes down
And partly covers me.
The blowers blow gently to clear the screen.
Now I’m visible for everyone to see.
A little girl taps at me through the glass.
Her head tilted to one side.
“What’s that” she politely asked
He mother pulled her away with a yank
”It’s an alien in a tank……come on!”