Aliens are already here
there's some which work with me
one who is an engineer
another in IT

A couple more are in reception
a weird bunch are in sales
some of whom do lack affection
and can be slow like snails

but their brains are super fast
complex problems solving
perhaps it's me that's from the past
who has stopped evolving

The ocean is calling and I must go
away from all it's threats
Where I won't feel it's cold wind blow
and enjoy my cigarettes

Don't want to hear the seagulls screech
and smell that fishy air
just take me from that stinking beach
where less frizzy is my hair

Don't want to be by sand flies bitten
and get sand in my shoes
I think every ocean poems written
by a drunk poet on a cruise

History repeats itself
but her story I only once read
and it wasn't from a book that's off the shelf
but the one that she smashed on my head

The following is a little blurb
about a day I kissed the curb

Lying all night in the gutter
when whiskey was my bread and butter

Back in the days when all I knew
is hit the pub and have a few

Though few would always turn to many
that's when I lost my job then Jenny

Eventually all my friends moved on
Frank, Larry, Tony, Steve and John

and as I lay there in the rain
I heard a voice come from the drain

It said in a loud gurgling voice
tonight you'll have to make a choice

We can keep drinking in the sewer
or you can leave and be who you are

A man who might fulfill his dreams
or stay with me and hear the screams

and you will hear them day and night
that's when I woke and saw the light

A light that got me on my feet
and helped me stumble off the street

and I kept walking and slowly heal
until my dreams became all real

That was my brief life changing bit
I wrote here by our fire pit

while sipping a lemon honey tea
with Jenny sitting next to me

I heard it through a rumor
that life can get depressing
Without a sense of humor
it can be sad, I'm guessing

Filled with so much disappointment
it can make you ill
While at this stage there's no ointment
there is an oral pill

and through a rumor I have found
it helps with constipation
When your mouth makes a goofy sound
from laughter being your medication

Sometimes life is like an onion
sometimes like a peach
sometimes you fall into a canyon
sometimes lie on a beach

Sometimes life is like a rose
sometimes like a thorn
sometimes each new day really blows
sometimes feels like you're born

Sometimes I think that I'm so smart
usually me so dumb dumb
but your salted caramel chocolate ****
will always taste so yum yum

In the grand scheme of things
does it really matter
if I eat a bucket of chicken wings
and keep getting fatter ?

Then gobble up a bag of fries
and drink a large thick shake
Maybe a couple of apple pies
and a chocolate cake

You must look at the bigger picture
life's just like KFC
It's all about a tasty mixture
if you can see past me