(Based on an Otto & George Joke)
They pulled me in like Al Pacino
in the bad Godfather movie, and
I felt the light and the heat engulf
me like a nuclear holocaust.
And then there was nothing,
unconsciousness or a stoppage
of time, but it was all blank.
I woke up and, sure, my ass
hurt, but we all expect that now.
A bunch of them pushed me off their
spacecraft like a houseguest who had
long overstayed his welcome, but I
grabbed a pen and a comment card
on the way out, both with the aliens’
address and phone number on them.
And I knew I had them.
This time I had them.