alien poems

 

Big Ships

In this world there are few things

That make my ex galfriend

Tame by comparison

They come here so far

To do what they want to us

Their small ships are cheap

Almost made in Red China

Have problems slowing down to land

And crash like fucking meteors

Their big ships work just fine

They do the damage taking people

Doing experiments and all that

If they could fix the small craft

Things would be harder for us

They would find our hiding places

Big ships can’t chase us down

So we have an advantage

We want to occupy then destroy a big one

This means getting aboard it

We plan to lure it to the desert

Were the land is flat

It will abduct some of us

Others will fire at it and hit it

Bring the ship down

Those aboard will resist

If they can and we will take over

Give us that ship we can get others

Find their planet go to it and hurt them

Orbital bombardment is meant to be nasty

We the little people peasants they abduct

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Other Foot

Give me one of their small ships

I will fix the landing problem

So it lands so smoothly

Not like a flying bomb

And then we will take over

A big ship and go to their home world

Do what they did here

Karma is a real bitch

The aliens will see

See how they like being

Taken abused killed occupied!

English Slave over 18s only

 

English Slave

See the Red China Chinky Chong CCP turtle there

He owns a car wash in Pampanga Philippines

He has a white slave working for him

The white slave is English and washes cars

 

He does this for 20 pesos a day

If he works 5 days he gets 100 pesos

And 7 days gives 140 pesos

Enough for a single bottle of Red Horse beer

 

Does the car wash owning CCP turtle have a membership card?

Are his business takings sent back to Red China to fund weapons production?

Made on the back of his English slave  

Working every single f*cking day to wash cars

 

Customers go back time and again as he does a good job

The English man was taken from CCP Red China turtle slavery

A kind hearted smart Filipino builder saw him

And told him hey come with me we drink and eat

 

I will get you a real job not like this C

CP commie turtle f*cker

The English guy became a chef and was an excellent one

He could make certain vegetable taste like chicken

Now he had how own family and house and a new friend

He never looks back on the mean CCP Chinky Chong turtle slave master

That motherf*cker can rot in f*cking Hell!

 

 

new poems

 

Competition Now

The job will not come to you

Not knocking on your door

And saying here I am!

 

You have to go and apply

Get off your fat arse!

Join the applicant queue

 

With your updated CV/resume

And a head full of skills

And heart full of wanting the job

 

What makes you different

Than John or Tracy or ladyboy Imelda?

There’s 200 if you after 1 job

Game’s on folks may the best win!

 

 

 

Not Again

Do the final interview and call test

Pass this and get a new job

Move on from her and the old place

A new start in all ways except one

We go to work to work and no more

Or more chaos will ensue

History repeating itself

We don’t want that do we?

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Poem

Write a single poem a day

And say you’re a writer

Who will dare argue with you?

You create the work there and then

Evidence speaking for itself

A single daily poem by you

On whatever topic you chose

Your ex still pisses you off then write it

You stroke a nice pet dog write it

You see a cool green sports car write it

You who writes one poem a day

Yes you are a writer!

 

Odd Jerking

 

 

Odd Jerking

A guy hiked an Indonesian peak and saw a silver sphere there. If was so pretty! It reflected the green of the trees and grass and the blue sky. Like a mirror image. He walked over to it. He was reflected! Like a mirror. What the Hell is this thing? It’s too small to be a spaceship. He wasn’t scared but curious. This craft. Is it safe? What did the science journal say? How a spaceship could be powered. By a radiation engine or anti-gravity capability? He stood there admiring the spherical craft. It was stationery a metre above the ground. Slowly he touched it. The silver metal was smooth to the touch and cold. It wasn’t hot or warmed by the sun. He tapped it with his knuckle. It was solid and made a noise but not like tapping a car. More like a tank! What is this? Where is it from? Suddenly a feeling came over him. He got his cock out! Suddenly horny. His dick grew hard. What was happening to him? Why this desire rushing through him. He masturbated his penis. It grew to a large throbbing gristle in his hand. Unlike most Indonesian males this one still had his foreskin. He rubbed his cock on the shiny metal. He did this till he came. He grunted and groaned. This feels so fucking good. Better than a gal or any prostitute! Oh fuck me! Why does it feel so damn good? He was about to cum! Suddenly a small door in the top of the craft opened and a small green alien head appeared. A small alien floated out. The guy saw the alien but continued wanking. He was there! He came. His cum jetted out all over the metal leaving white spunk dripping down it. The alien asked What are you doing? The man stopped wanking and glared at the two fee tall alien. You’re late! You could of done this for me!! Your timing is terrible. For that you can wank me off again till I cum again…

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