On this site,

On my page,

While I fly a kite,

We are all crazies,

Or at least we be might…

Between padded walls we take flight,

While there we do write,

Of the coming of the aliens,

Flying down to invade,

In their crafts in the egg white,

Sky of the glossy black night…

So from whence do they come,

To those of us sick with insanity,

We await their arrival with delight,

But don’t let them get pulled over by the cops,

For a failure to have in their back windows,

A bright red brake light…J