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 The Martians Aren't Coming!





They weren't here tonight just like they weren't here yesterday.
If they aren't coming tomorrow how will I chase them away?
They are always nowhere near, almost impossible to be found.
Every time they don't come here, they never make a sound....




Sometimes not here by threes, sometimes not here by fours;
They never hide up in the trees, at least they never have before!
Last night I thought I didn't see them lurking around my place
I would rather see than be them. I think they're from outer space...




I'll try for a photo when they're gone to prove they aren't real,
Then maybe I can quit living in fear that they want me for a meal.
You try dealing with things that don't exist! It is far from easy.
And they leave my thought streams just a wee bit queasy...




How I will celebrate the day they disappear from my thinking!
Then I can live life more seriously and get back to my drinking.
My curtain moved last night as something darted out of sight.
It's funny, when I'm sober, they fade away into the night....




August 13, 2012
 







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