I've been hi-jacked..
My mind invaded..
Assaulted by an outside
force
Have suctioned cupped
aliens from Mars rented
out my brain?
I suspect this is true.
I hear voices in the night
taunting me that an invasion
is imminent
I've been given an ultimatum:
A humanoid is to be crossbred
with the Mars pagent queen
(Suction cup Betty),and a whole
new race of suctionoids are
to florish throughout the
universe.
My choice was simple the voice
warned:
'Either be betrothed to Suction
cup Betty, or face the extinction
of the human race..'
What shall I do?
I pose this question to my
poet friends:
Shall I take this fateful
trip to Mars and spawn a
new race of suctionoids(with
Betty who is also known as the
methane momma),or shall we
just go ahead and and lazer zap
the whole bunch of these Martian
crazies?
I humbly await your reply~