I am a sightseer of the nearly far future,
And boy, do I have news for you!
I warn in advance, a premature stupor
May follow and bid the wake adieu!
Behold and benzaldehyde as I tell you now,
Aliens make contact with humans, it’s true!
What’s so strange about this whole shamwow
Is that they look and talk like me and you!
Their technology is nearly exactly the same,
And they come from a place called Snearth
They speak perfect English and call it by name–
They even celebrate their day of birth!
There’s one thing that sets us and them apart:
They don’t pause when they speak in tandem!
They gab and adapt while the others take part
No one ever stops, noisy chat and then
Endless unfiltered stream of consciousness
You can hear them from a mile away;
But they’ve had the same concomitance
So would we be like them? Allow me the gainsay…
I have a fibbage to confess,
I fear you’ll find me fickle.
But I have no futuristic guess,
No foresight of the clock’s sweet trickle.
I only made up this tale’s verses
To describe my brain’s sweet nothings,
For I get impatient when I converse
In another person’s discussion.
It’s not that they’re disinteresting
Please, oh please, don’t color me rude!
I honestly love learning and listening,
It’s just that my attention span is crude.
I finish people’s sentences
(Or at least I kind of used to)
But people don’t like parenthesis
And I don’t like to spew!
I promise my brain is overactive:
A train with a thoughtless conductor.
At times my alienity is reactive
And so I am an alien actor!