Alien invasion,
little blue men falling from the sky.

They're coming for our jobs.I tell you! 
The blue men must die!

Nuke them, trap them,
ship their blue butts back home.

Go invade someone else's galaxy,
leave ours alone.

We're not giving you our women,
our money, or our food.

You're just interstellar criminals,
who can't even speak our language,
that's just rude!

So strap that rocket to your tail,
and go back to where you came.

Earth's borders are closed.
So we can make it great again!

God has looked into my heart,
Not at it, but into my heart —
Introspectively,
Microscopically,
Spirtual-scopically...

That lumpy piece of flesh,
holding all my fears, snears, cheers, and revears:

The terror of that lone gunman lurking nearby, forcing a town and the State to ransom for a “new world order.”

The criticisms of others...

Accomplishments in life you held as a goal, not sure if you’d ever bring into the fol’.

And my eternal hope, alarming me when I feel I can’t cope...
Essential to keep me alive,
Essential for me to thrive,
And arrive into my ‘be-ing’.

But it is a bumpy piece of flesh,
Scared with wounds,
Pushed and prodded,
Pumped and plodded
in life, with life
And through life...


“Oh, my heart...”