they didn’t come to destroy us
or show off their latest tech
they came to earth to party
they came here to get smashed and wrecked
the aliens have landed
and they need to see a bloke
they have a need, but not for speed
they just want to score some coke
having learnt the trick of avoiding radiation
van Allen belt issues quickly mastered
they wanna get high on our earthly supply
they wanna get wasted and plastered
they bought an elbow of space bud (a long time ago)
in a galaxy far, far away
it was supposed to last longer than it did
that’s why they’re fiending today
so they stopped off at earth
hoping to hook up without much fuss and drama
poor little green bastards ran into me and my mates
how do you like that for karma?
they’ve parked up around the corner
invisibly cloaked an all (why wouldn’t ya?)
hoping to cop some dank hydro kush
and maybe a nice eight ball
so we treated them royally,
to not just our finest bean (Yo Ziltoid!)
they were chewing more than just ‘bacca
jeez they were as keen as they were green
they microdosed some LSD
and dined upon the fungus of the mind
now they’re tripping space balls
looking for things they’ll never find
their alien appetites were universal
they shared all the gear we had
and then we swapped the stories as you do
the good, the ugly, the bad
eventually the drugs ran out
but that didn’t spell the end
we headed to the nearest bottlo’
looking for something to assist the bend
we introduced them to OP Rum
they got damn nasty drunk real quick
these spaceys are druggies not pissheads
we need to score more gear real quick
they said they new a bloke on the moon behind Venus
that could do a deal for up front cash
but we’d have to wait here
and that they’d be back in a dash
so we raked up enough cash for half a pound
and gave it to our new green skinned friends
that was three weeks ago now to the day
and that’s where this friendship ends
those green glowy fingered little alien pricks
took off with all our cash
even after we let them probe us rectally
i just hope that i don’t get a rash
never hand over your dollars my friend
not to anyone you don’t know
especially if you haven’t seen the gear
on offer from an Ayy Lmao
simply no-one can be believed or trusted
not from this universe or any other
there's no screams in space but you can hear them laugh
as they make alien jokes about your mother
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and to go out with bang [ ] or a wimper [ ]
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About the Creator
Brenton F
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Comments (2)
They took the moneyyyy!!!! How dare they! Hahaha I loved your poem!
I knew you'd do this challenge justice. Loved it!