Extraterrestrial Tourism Poem by Patti Masterman

Your ticket stub is only a memento
Until the alien begins to speak, through you;
And their talk is pure telepathy-
Because their brains all have encephaly.

Large slanted eyes can see right through
The things you say, the things you do,
So please don't litter, and please don't steal-
Or this trip could get too real.

Please wear your belt on the fast spaceship,
And don't worry if time begins to slip;
The aliens travel through fast wormholes,
And answer all questions with hyperbole.

They're more advanced and much more smart
Though they may seem lacking heart;
It's just that logically they can follow
Anything, and find that most are hollow.

During the trip they'll assimilate
Into their guests; don't hesitate,
Just prepare to be surprised:
Now there's an alien behind your eyes.