There they go!
Flying through the air!
Hundreds of them!
In different colors! Everywhere!
Red ship, blue ship, three ship four!
Who will win? When will it end?
I can't bear to look anymore!
Into the bunker we'll jump.
Darkness for weeks
'Till the damned Zydeco music stops blarin'
And the five-headed announcer stops caring.
No one's watching the alien race, anyway.
What a horrible host planet
For the Grand Prix Milky Way.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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