You may speak of the awful dark black holes in space, And the grip of their terrible suction. You may sing of a nova burning flesh from your face And the Big Bang's incredible ruction. You may swoon about starlight and flinch from the glare You may shake at the scope of the Great Everywhere But the one thing that surely will raise up your hair Is the prospect of alien abduction. For surely a real man would rather eat space Or die in a sun's boiling suction OR be torn inside out by the vacuum, erased By a sun-flares amazing induction. Oh, he'd rather be torched by a comet in passing Or boiled by far Venus' torrid out-gassing Than think of the fate of his poor human ass in The event of an alien abduction. Flash Annikin Gordon Ditties from Betelgeuse Drabwit and Luckluster, Luna City, 2056
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