All aliens drive Galaxies
I knew it was true
When I watched that
TV program in the 60’s
My theory was confirmed
When I owned
That Mercury Comet
The person driving a
Restored metallic gold Galaxy
Gave me the twisted finger signal
By the look on his face
I knew that he had a disc
In his pocket
That they use on my kind
To zap our memories
Being plagued by the stares
Coming from a Vega, Saturn and Taurus
I traded in the Comet for an old Nova
But then I saw that Zephyr
Following me
So I was going to keep an eye on him
In my rear view mirror
When I saw those glazed-over
Alien red eyes looking back
And I realized that
It was my own
reflection
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