The Truth About Flying Saucers Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I don't care if anyone believes me
What I saw in her was not what man expects
They took a sample of my blood
And left me with no memory by the side of the road
Then I saw her as that which was unappetizing but equal
Bad but no worse than the wretched planet she lives on

Strange flashes of light revealing tall, thin figures
Implanting notions, removing notions of women preserved in alabaster
I'll know you and I'll not like what you've done
Please don't share your tawdry past with me

Unidentified source of disgust
Won't tell anyone what you feel but not out of fear
The hypnotist drew them together
I can barely think of touching you
You make me sick; you make me feel as if I am from another world