The Martians have landed
and I with pen in hand
decided to record
their tentative stand
One stood in the kitchen
one slouched by the door
one peeked in the window
there could’ve been more
They shimmered in colors
of silver and blue
and asked me just what
was I going to do
California’s the place
where you folks should be
so here is ten bucks
and my pickup truck key
They were smiling and nodding
as I bid them farewell
for now they could land
where nobody could tell
E MAIL ME
OR GET BEAMED
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