I Wanna Believe
Watch for UFOs
Watch Ancient Alien shows
You'll be in the know
Georgio is where?
The guy with the funny hair
The Proof is Out There
Watching all Sky
For the UFOs on high
Close Encounters nigh
I wanna believe
Watching for ships in the Eve
But should I believe?
Makes me want to take flight
With Georgio Tsokulos, right
Watch all day and night
Watching believers
Waiting for Close Encounters
Open up the door
See Crop Circles, neat
Etched carefully in the wheat
Sight of it is sweet
The War of the Worlds
Warning in the Crop Circles
Translation unfurled
Now what does it say
The new message from the Greys?
We're going their way
Us they want to save
However, all must behave
Save from early Grave
On our own Time Wave
They know us as stupid Knaves
The road here they pave
They'll be coming soon
From the Dark Side of the Moon
Soon may be our doom
Beast in man rages
We lock ourselves in cages
Greys are all sages
Flying their Spaceships
On radar we're just a blip
They travel Time Slips
Undersea bases
And in Mountainous places
Their hidden spaces
They spy and they watch
As our canes we try to notch
Hunting the Sasquatch
With Ghosts and Devils
They are the Paranormal
Coming through portals
Only ones out there?
Keep this in your mind to bare
They are everywhere
God made the Humans
And he made the Aliens
Grey's Man and Woman
Think of it as we must
Do Greys live among us?
Now, who do I trust?
Why, what makes it worth
To travel light years to Earth
Seeking our Space dearth
We're seeking Grey's face
Why not travel more to space
They come to our place
How far must we roam?
To find the Aliens Home?
Their Dyson Sphere's dome
Space is bent, not straight
Like some of the things we hate
Will ever abate?
With Greys can we mate
Curious man, sasciate
Or is it too late?
We're inferior
Their Genes are superior
Neither here nor there
It is man's cruel dream
To be bigger than he seems
Riding on Moon Beams
What saves Human Race?
From becoming a living waste
Heading there in haste
On this White House lawn
Are we their living chess pawns?
In a new Dead Dawn
Greys are our Brothers
Of Invention, they are Mother's
I've had my drothers...
Aliens forthwith
I want to believe in it
Am I full of $#I+?
I wanna believe
What I have to do to see
So that things can be
I wanna soon see
That I can live in a dream
Riding on Moon Beams
I wanna soon feel
So I'm more or less real
Is that the deal?
To thoughts I give voice
To chose I have made a choice
My dreams up I hoist
I now wanna know
Are these really UFOs?
In pictures they show?
Not to wax to long
I write this Poetic Song
Out of Booze and Bong
In my Poetry
I write down all that I see
Helps me to believe
Afore I do wrong
Haiku has gotten too long
The Bell's dinged and donged
Copyright Jeff W. Watson, July 25, 2026
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