Foreign Food (Alien Tastes)

Hot August nights in Texas

When it’s far too close for slumber

And the weather noise is deafening

You feel that fate has got your number

Step outside with mobile phone

Take ‘Facebook’ shots for show

Then right before your bleary eyes

You clock a well-timed UFO

Tracing crazy streaking lights

Stark events needs no persuasion

Place on your deck a welcome mat

To greet the Alien Invasion

Don’t jump for joy until it’s clear

On what you witnessed in the skies

A striking barge of electric-charge

Playing mind games with your eyes

Maybe time to thank your lucky stars

On all things alien here’s the crunch
The saucer plate you see descending
Is gathering folk like you for lunch