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Aliens 8

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They’ve been done landing, for six decades now
And two congressmen from the Corn Flakes Belt
Now lead the charge, sources leaking sources.
Abductions—are up, Trust in God—is down
Weapons spending is up, The Arts are down
Low-rise corduroys rising for decades
How high can they go? Before they go low
From the Avocado Toast Coast to Maine
From the Great Lakes to the Gulf of New Spain
Uh huh, would you say it’s a cover up?
Or are you suggesting foreign actors?
Senator, try these on, if you could, please—
Can you dance in those for decades with ease?”
They’ve been done about to be done bursted

Normies

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Reason celebrities marry normies
You guessed it, normie on normie, “really?”
You ask, really, normie amping normie
King Tut was a normie, like Taylor Swift
Like you, five star, all-star normie—till death.
But who’s not a normie? Surely, someone
A star that soars above the clouds, spazzing
Till it funks out, and until then—that’s right.
Atomic bombs over Japan—normies.
Your friendly local serial killer
A star above his star—patent, normie
Same with that carpenter from Palestine
And the moon, lord! total effin’ normie
Puts on the big shinola—for eons.