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