Alien Sex: Rabbit Holes, etc.

This rhyme-scheme is for you
To take the sting out of your eye
This is no call to arms, you see
We have no battle cry

We speak in obscurities
To point you toward the truth:
“The Banshee caught a hold of me,
She bit me in the tooth.”

Preening Spider-Hawks
Who keep you on your iron lung
Linguistic Chieftains…
We can speak your ragged Pagan tongue

Four chords and a melody
Are all you’ve ever heard
We sing for you a symphony
Of muted minor thirds

Making chaos out of order:
The committee brought to light
The march of sons and daughters
Who are in their father’s fight

Jabberwocky logic
Led us down the rabbit hole
It’s Walrus Vs. Carpenter,
With neither in control

With razor tongues, we cut the lines
Atop the looking glass
You put them up your nostrils
Then you make your way to class

If you ponder of the white-hair
Who was off in such a rush:
He’s made of mostly water,
Soul impossible to crush

His watch was set in motion
By eternal lunar tides
He floats in the endless ocean
Where infinity resides

He has a job to do today
We all do, for the moment
There is a war to win, you see
Though we have no opponent

With chicken-scratch directions
Blindly followed turn by turn
Ignoring your objections
There are further maps to burn

Sporadically, we tend to be
A group that’s hard to hate
We swallow what’s been offered us
But never clean our plate

The goal is not confusion
And there is no greater lesson
Just questions and hypotheses
The wisdom’s in the guessing

Trust me, you can count on us
We’re always inconsistent
Tomorrow was like yesterday
Today is always different

- Sugar