Little Green People's Work Is Never Done
Little Green People’s Work Is Never Done
Life calls on little green people, to work, to continue
As everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate comatose leader
Normal people rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move along the traces of old age
And breaks the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on little green people for anything
They work for nothing. They work for free
They cut trees down in forest with their teeth
Place them into piles for safe keeping
And by the way
Arrive from outer space from other planets to take our place
Little green people take our jobs
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired
They must line up to be deported as per orders
You can’t count on little green people
Without proper documents
It is illegal
They never sleep but hang out inside of freezers
Or cold, in wooden boxes, toxic beyond their borders
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Pretend to weep, pretend they don’t have matches
Call it an accident as they move from house to house
No one keeps the peace and secrets like little green people
You can count on that
They press their little green suits with tiny irons
And eat their greens. They even kiss your feet
Some pray for peace in churches
Just like the rest of us
Little green people will never move back home
Work is finished there
Their suns burnt out
But other work still needs to be completed
It continues on the foreign dawn
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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