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The last alien arrived in a bolt of lightning
Needing an apartment â€“ not too big, my studio
Would do: after all, this is a costly continent
And synthesizing money might prove painful.
Howâ€™d we meet? I only recall being soothed
By his presence the way rice is by stew-meat
Cooked slow with veggies (cook stew-meat
Too fast & like knives that once cut lightning
Your teeth go hot & dull, for no oneâ€™s soothed
When unremembered entertainment weird studio
Henchmen - probably Venusian - imagine painful
As they wend across the unknown continent
Their orders mention (â€śin a new continent
Decked out & immaculate, seek stew-meat
& relaxâ€ť) turns out not to be so painful
After all. Just as thunder isnâ€™t lightning
Being bored isnâ€™t being soothed, & studio
Heads ought to recall [while being soothed
By fears they thought never to be soothed
By] that), for, guess what, this is our continent
Where we cook what we can & our studio
Cans what we canâ€™t â€“ including stew-meat.
Once the moment sizzled away (lightning
Too fades into memory) it wasnâ€™t painful
To shake the alien's hand, though â€śnot painfulâ€ť
May only mean my stateâ€™d been soothed
By pleasant stars surrounding the lightning
That touch the livid schematic of our continent
Turning all who breathe into alien stew-meat.
Still, is it all that simple? Really? Inside my studio
I hurdle pleasures that outside my studio
Some people â€“ maybe you â€“ find painful.
Weâ€™re all different. Vegans need no stew-meat.
Hmmm, alien vegans? Oh yes I am soothed
(Were I any more relaxed Iâ€™d be incontinent)
When, minute at first, remote as lightning
Strange notions in my studio are soothed
By the painful alien whose visit to our continent
Cooks the stew-meat of my mind in lightning.
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