Aliens in da hood.

We met in an alley

on a hot summer night,

I thought he was a bum

who just needed a light.

But his almond-shaped eyes

had a story to tell.

With a distinct look of grief

they began to arch and swell.

*👽*

Bro was all alone

and very far from home.

So I took his ugly butt

across da way to my dome.

He didn't have any money

and that was okay.

No one would sell shit

to his broke ass anyway.

*👽*

We sat on the couch

and talked about the world,

He said, "Who is dat chick?"

Oh, that's just my girl.

Tanika froze in place,

her weave stood up straight,

she fainted to the floor

into a bunch of dead weight.

We drank some cheap beer

and sparked up a Jay.

From now on bro,

I'm gonna call you Ray-Ray!

*👽*

Millions of questions

to share throughout the night.

Maybe I should teach him

how to survive and how to fight.

Maybe I'll take him to

Pearl's soul food kitchen,

to show him the only way

to eat fried chicken.

All the talk of food

gave us the awful munchies.

So we raided the cabinets

for something good and crunchy.

"I should only eat your food if you chop and boil it."

"Eww what's that smell bro!"... "take me to your toilet!"

"Be careful in there, man

and light a much-needed match."

To cover the stench of

exotic feces about to hatch.

Cheetos and Brew,

not the best combination,

to feed a hungry man

from a distant alien nation.

Of all the many things

I wanted to show him first,

thank God it was the bathroom,

foreign flatulence is the worst!

Thank you for stopping by 😍