I'm an automatic pilot on the flying saucer <br />A part of the engine, both robot and human <br />Programmed to explore the planet Earth closer <br />Gotta come into contact with an average woman <br /> <br />After making a smooth landing, I'm walking out <br />I am on a broad plain, with no one around <br />Except for a girl on a bike, tall and stout <br />Who's watching me in horror, uttering no sound <br /> <br />I can read her thoughts: he's a fucking Martian! <br />I grab her hand so that she might read mine <br />She giggles, and then speaks with deep emotion, <br />''I got reproductive organs, but your looks are out of line! ''<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-line/
