I had a dream that you,
me, my lead guitarist,
Maggie K. and that actress
from the Wesley Snipes
movie had all been taken up
in one fully-appointed
UFO, which
was cloud-shaped,
fit and kitted out
for space travel, and
so (to our sudden
and complete ass
astonishment!) were
we! It was cool
but problem, though:
no food!
The aliens
hosting or abducting
us, the three or four of us
up there in relative
comfort and ease, had
provided a beautiful
streaming swimming pool
full of stars, so cleanliness
was next to effortless.
Plus a touch screen
we could punch up
to ask any questions
of our captors and/or
benefactors, but
Nobody had anything
to eat!
Luckily, those stupid aliens
could be prevailed upon.
Made in so many signs
and angry hints
to understand what
was needful to such
beings as we three
or four were, and
one big horse-pill later,
everyone
pretty much
was more or less satisfied,
revolted and mutineering
at the prospect of (slowly
dawning comprehension)
being installed in some kind
of fussed-up Twilight Zone
zoo exhibit for extraterrestrials
to snigger and gawk! So
Naturally,
seeing how it all was,
they took us right straight back
to the big stone ivy-covered
cottage-castle on the circle
where it all began,
(...does this sound like
a dream? TRUST ME)
(it was), and seeing as we'd
been so well-taken care of
enough, the several of us
left in full cahoots by
that point struck up
such a bargain and a band
that the others still won't speak
to me to this day! Sheesh
It wasn't my UFO, people
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