Winter for everyone

The great thing about winter
No guilty apathy
No Dichotomy Dictosaurus
Will change my mind
You’re not my Dad!

I enjoy a cold romp
Farting around in the mush
Good excuse to get drunk
There always is
Dude

The Gestapo of the Metro

Don’t look, don’t speak, don’t smile. Imagine the Metro if social politeness were enforced. “Maam, you are required by law to flirt with that man who is staring lustfully at your exposed ankles.” Or “Sir, please engage the passenger to your left, stating your stance on the Israeli Palestine conflict.” Wouldn’t the Metro be an adventure, instead of a silent slide through the tunnels of a cold city?

Aliens

They’re everywhere, though some say they aren’t

Fuck them

Saucers, spheres, globes, orbs, cylinders, triangles, ovals

Every shape and size

All colours

They float

Some fear, others worship

Sacrifice?

I hope not

Bill Clinton wonders

But he never found out

In Belgium, thousands saw giant triangles

Over a period of days, they floated

Shining their lights, in big triangular ways

And humans, with their little triangular prayers

The government sent two f-16 jets to kill it

But the triangles--they darted around

Teasing the stupid humans

Mock speed

And the glorious Belgian’s, they told everyone

That was nice of them

Probings…we fear the probe

Anus, aliens

Sightings from thousands of years ago

On cave walls

Tom Cruise knows they exist, why doesn’t Katie?

Do it for the baby Katie…the baby!

And still we wait, procrastinate

Infrared is the way, the geeks say

Switch it on, on your camera

The button is right there, no right there fuck

The button won’t do your homework

It might however, let you make a better sex tape than Paris

Or see the aliens

At night, they might land behind your barn

If you have a barn, who does?

Not since industrialization

If they leave a pattern in your crops

Don’t worry

They will grow back next season

With the help of modern chemicals

You can still make mortgage if Henry gets another job

Just for a little while

The cows were mutilated

That’s ok; Burger King is just down the street

Right beside Future Shop

There is much to be said on aliens

They probably make nature shows, about us

We’re silly

And they float

What have you done?