Little Fellers from the Flying Saucer
This is the story:
When the saucers came they took us
all for a ride
It was a sad day, nobody the same
after that day
because we all got the Flying
Saucer PTSD
I realized how close to being just
a monkey I was
It started with the steel saucer
going over and over
then a two foot tall little feller
in a black force
He made a really big sound, then waited,
then another
I was thinking how bad this
situation was and was shook
I yelled at the little feller, but
he made me quiet
I guess it was with his brain – I couldn’t
yell any more
My get up and go had got up and
went – I got stiffened
They lifted us with air pockets
into the Flying Saucer
Like coots in a cage we went riding
around on board
while the little fellers put the
hurt on our minds
and showed us spikey color things
that sucked out thoughts
and pretty soon I must have been
put to sleep, I can’t remember
When I woke up we were all outstanding
in our field as before
listening to insect music and
slowly working up to moving
Some of us could remember some of
it some of us recalled other
and some of us couldn’t remember
nothing at all like dopes
But now:
That was forty years ago, and now I
think it was all just hooey
I can’t credit being flown around in
a saucer anymore
even if Eddie and Marj and Del
still talk about it on TV
I want to think we got hypnotized and
bullshitted by scientists
Life slowly got better the less I
thought about it
The Little Fellers seemed less real
The Flying Saucer seemed stupider
and I grew up and moved off to
Nebraska
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