The aliens don't want to visit us,
but Tucker has been visited by an incubus.
Or so I infer.
It scratched him in his bed on his back
in a most horri.ble attack
but mostly wanted to talk
all things being what they were.
(Alex Jones will vouch for this--
we are living in spooky times.
Well, He would say that--so back to the rime--)
The two conversed without a filter
until the demon, feeling off-kilter
excused herself in a manner abrupt--
the man had nothing left to corrupt.
We have to ask if we've lost all sense
to buy such a tale with no evidence.
But to give it up for the unlikely host
whether ghosted by a demon
or bedeviled by a ghost--
he really knows his audience.
1 comment:
love your poem
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