We'Ve Been Trying 'Everything' To Get Noticed

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are more unidentified flying objects in the sky,
People can not deny they exist anymore.
Even the 'aliens' have begun to land them,
To sit on front doors requesting from the occupants...
What it is they have to do,
To get themselves interviewed on primetime news.

'I was just telling my neighbors yesterday about you,
But most of them will not be believed.
Even if they invited you in to sit with them to have dinner.'

~WHY?
We've been trying 'everything' to get noticed.~

'And that's the problem.
You see...
Most of us have been smoking pot for years.
And everyone around here,
Is convinced their weed will be confiscated.'

~You have any suggestions?
What else should we do? ~

'Threaten to take the nicotine and alcohol away.
And all of the fast food joints.
People love to shop at the malls.
Fly around a few of them around Christmas.
And other beloved holidays.
You will get attention then.'

~You think so? ~

'Try it.
But not this upcoming Independence Day.'

~Why? ~

'People will think Will Smith is promoting,
A new science fiction movie.
He and Steven Spielberg,
Already have July booked.
If I were you.
I'd appear more on the sky around South America.'

~South America?
Why South America? ~

'You haven't heard?
They just annointed a new 'Pope' from there.
Pope Francis.
This just might be the perfect time,
To reveal yourselves.'

~Do you know President Obama? ~

'Not personally.
Why do you ask? '

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