Martians

If you think we're alone here

Out in space, spinning

You'd be wrong

Like so many others over time

Have been convinced of their facts

Only to be proven wrong

By history and their children

Our global concerns will be forgotten

When the saucers land

And the doors open

And the guns are drawn

Science, history, and common sense

All tell us that only the strong survive

So

I am certain that the little green men

When they show up (and they will)

Are going to tell us who's boss

And who's the new employee

Because 

You don't travel through that kind of distance

Without a helluva lot more knowledge

Than we have

And you don't go on that kind of journey

Without some big fucking guns

Any space cowboy will tell you that

So, don't be surprised 

When Marines get vaporized

And the power grid goes down

When The Bomb has no use

When the sky is on fire

When you pee in your pants 

At the sight of them

All hail Caesar 2.0

Fuck That Stupid Groundhog

I'd like to think I'm like Saint Francis

Preaching to birds

Making them witness the importance of 

Everything and it's inherent 

Emptiness

Making the birds understand

Why they needed what he was selling

Even though they had no money to buy

What a pro

The problem is

Birds don't think that way

They live in the moment unless

They're trying to get laid

Or protect their young

Saint Francis knew that

He kept selling them up

Even though they had no meaning

For god or his son

Besides

He made pretty noises

By moving his mouth

And sometimes kept food in his hand

Winter will still be here 

For another six weeks

Even if Phil sees his shadow

Or is it the other way round?

I know what cold feels like

It goes inside you and creeps

Making living seem bitter and stale

Making birds 

Forget to be saved

Restrained

Maybe the most important thing
To keep in mind

is that I'm a little bit nuts

Even though I am convinced
I got my shit together
I just might break out in crazy

At any moment

It's like a rash, but instead of bumps
You get put in a room
That smells like peppermint and urine

Until somebody decides
It's okay to let you out
and you won't bite anyone

Or care too much
About everything

Again

It's like a stain

Even after you wash it -  

It's there

But it's not the same

Maybe it's the rain

Either way, the planets have aligned 

Or whatever
To keep me sane

Maybe It's the pain

Though, I've never been too good 

At figuring out why
I'm always to blame

Maybe I shouldn't complain

But, dammit, it's like you cant get ahead
Because everything stays the same

Maybe I'll give up again.