A Poem To An Alien

Sir,

One thing that embodies the beauty, wonder, and quirks of our planet.

Is the eight billion people who live, work, rest, and play on it.

We come in all shapes, sizes and color

Some of us are rich and many live in squalor

And all of us are chasing the almighty dollar

The ones with the money wear a shirt, tie, and collar

The rest of us have to cry, make do, and holler

The really clever ones study life and become scholars

The beauty of our kind is in the eyes of the beholder

Some think our beauty disappears as we get older

The wonder of it all is that we have ever survived

When other species like dinosaurs took a bit of a dive

Although it is believed that at one time they thrived

Now some scientists in a film are trying to revive

The lives of the beasts that used to eat us alive

As for what some like to call our distinguishing quirks

Well our world seems happy to accept insufferable jerks

We have tried very hard to get rid of them all

But they rise to the top and are having a ball

You see they run the planet

And everything on it

They own it all lock, stock, and barrel

With the smirk of a jerk wearing expensive apparel

Please don't judge us too harsh for our fools

We do our best to not bend too many rules

Meanwhile, I must say

At the end of the day

We are perfectly imperfect, and perish the thought

They say we're a bit quirky

Now, how would you like some ice-cream beef jerky?