Created: Wednesday, 31 May 2006 Written by FlimFlamManStrapped to the table, under the bright lights.
The bug eyed beasts from outer space had me at their whim.
"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me!" I screamed
But then the probe went in...
In me guts things started to crawl,
Had me bent over forwards, these demon creatures from the stars.
In my mouth I now felt a tickle,
And out me third eye dribbled a fearful sign;
"We already have you and all your slimy race"
One nodded to the other and then they booted me out the craft.
Landed on a haystack with a runny nose and a bloody arse.
Nowadays I hide;
I know that their minions run our lands.
Hide in the doorway, fearful in the alley.
They have put a probe up my arse,
And I'm now where I belong.