Move over beings, this planet is ours <br />Stealing your women, for a fatal feast <br />We're not little green men, we're raging beasts <br />We zap with lazers, don't come with flowers. <br />Intergalactic warlords, that is us <br />Pearcing loud voices, are the sound of screams <br />Running your presidents behind the scenes <br />Wiping out your race, is certain a must. <br />You puny microscopic tiny wee specs <br />So we're invading your home, What can you expect. <br />It's time for a new race yours is over <br />Make a small wish with your four leaf clovers.<br /><br />Arron Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-not-cute-we-are-from-space/
