Natch Trip Poem by Aram Stefanian

''Hell's bells and buckets of blood! ''
That's what you blurted when you first saw me
''Are you a demon or a spirit messenger of God? ''
I said I was just an alien, and not an insidious enemy
You freaked, but I said there was no reson to run scared
My planet was dying, and I was in search of home
That earth would replace my native world I feared
You laughed and said, ''You should try San Francisco bomb
One good bang in the arm, and you'll bliss out
Oh boy! I can't find your vein, or you got none? ''
I said, ''I have a great deal of telepathic clout
Life on earth was a natch trip, but it's dead and gone''