The Roswell Saucer Crash Survivors Poem by Shaun Cronick

They're dead Mr President! All dead!
The Roswell saucer crash survivors.
The Greys.
They're are all dead, sir.
All four of them suddenly died at Area 51.
And the two we share with Canada at their Alberta Base.
So there's no more intelligence from them,
To reverse engineer their other retrieved,
Crashed scout ships over the decades.
It gets worse Mr President.
Much worse.
All the other Grey survivors from,
The other electrical storm crashes.
They too are all dead.
The three the Russians deny having at Zhitcur.
The pair the Chinese deny having at their Gobi Desert Base.
The Brits who can never be trusted,
Who deny everything,
Their two Greys are dead at their Harp Hill Base.
The two at Pine Gap Base we share with the Australians.
And finally Sir the three at our Camp X in Antarctica.
The C.I.A can confirm all the dead Mr President.
It used a lot of their dirty tricks,
And tax-payers money to confirm all deaths are valid, sir.
And they report all the Greys died at exactly the same time.
Meaning Mr President they were of a hive mind.
Linked to a superior one among them.
So when this one died, they all did.
The C.I.A also spoke of one of the Chinese Greys,
As having developed flu-like symptoms.
Caught from this recent damned virus outbreak.
And when it comes to security and safety,
The Chinese are notoriously haphazard and sloppy.
So Mr President,
All the help and teachings of their incredible technology,
We have been slowly learning and understanding,
Through-out the decades,
On anti-gravity and Faster Than Light (FTL)travel,
And the many other exotic, almost magical technologies,
From the Greys has gone forever.
MIT, DARPA, Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory,
And the NSA are all in agreement,
It'll set humankind advancement in those area's,
Back at least for,
One hundred thousand years.