We Are Not Alone Poem by David Beckham

Alien, UFO, wachamacallyou...

You don't live underground
The CIA would have dug you up by now
I suppose then, you live on Mars?
Don't laugh, this is serious
Alright, well, maybe that was stupid...
But what I am suppose to think

Within the inception of our dreams
In the figments of our imagination
Using the creative powers of our minds
And posing some doom day scenarios
In the minds of those seeking answers
Everything comes alive!

Lets bring out our drawing boards
And paint some pretty pictures
Wait a minute...Pretty pictures?
Okay, they need to be scary
And live in flying saucers
With ten to twenty eyes

A-ha! ! Now I got the formula
A mind is a terrible thing to waste!
Lets pitch science with religion
Along with an ailing economy
What you'll have is a mix
Of those who'll accept our pictures

The more we educate our people
The smarter we will be
All the talk of creatures
On moon, on Earth or on Mars
Can only prey on us, if we believe
We are not alone!