Metamorphosis - Poem by Aram Stefanian
One Sunday afternoon when the sky was clear as mud,
A bright elliptical shaft of light descended upon the earth.
All the eyewitnesses later contracted the creeping-crud
And transformed into monsters claiming they were of alien birth.
Congregation blamed them for making a rotten deal with devil,
While CIA placed them under quarantine in a secret lab.
Umpteen qualified scientists beat their brains out to prevent evil
Until an old monk appeared, saying he'd meet them to tab.
After he was admitted to the lab, he started to meditate,
And the frightened freaks fell to their knees straight into a trance.
Someone outside thought he heard the man say, ''Fish or cut bait.''
When the door opened, there was nothing in the room but some slimy substance.
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