“Reporting to Commander 4,”
“Borlax what are you seeing?”
“My radar scanner here on Earth,
Detects a Human Being.
She looks onto a giant screen,
As if she is obsessed,
A smaller one’s on the table where,
She does something called Text.
Stealthily I creep behind,
To have a better look,
She’s doing something called Blogging,
And she’s staring at Facebook.
And it seems as if the Humans,
Use this medium to share,
Insipid details of their lives,
While others pretend to care.
She jabs at her Texting Machine,
As quietly I lurk,
And speaks into it “Honey I’m
just now leaving from work.”
She gets into a vehicle,
And from what I can surmise,
It’s like one of our spaceships,
But it doesn’t even fly.
She reaches her destination,
Must be her Living Quarters,
To 2 simian like creatures,
She calls Son and Daughter.
Then she goes into the kitchen,
And much to my dismay,
Pulls out a box with processed bits,
Sitting on a plastic tray.
It is placed in a contraption,
Until she hears a bell,
It seems these processed bits are now,
Heated but not too well.
The Humans sit at a table,
They consume the Food intently,
I assume this is nourishment,
Which they enjoy immensely.
Then to another giant screen,
The Humans congregate,
And slip into what appears to be,
A vegetative state.
While they look at Tiny Humans,
Who do various things,
So I guess the Tiny Human’s lives,
Are far more interesting.
Although to me it all seems trite,
That they are so obsessed,
(Though I would not mind finding out,
What happens to Walter next.)
They sit around for quite some time,
Then finally go to sleep,
And so it seems that my study,
Of Humans is complete.
So now I report to Starboard,
On my hi tech transmitter,
#nointelligentlife,
And post it on The Twitter.”
