Alien Farm (2005)
Time fer your chores, Timmy. And, remember. Don't try milkin' the facehugger again.
Alien FarmAt the border's barbed wirepeer all those strange faceswho could not acquireEnglish -- diverse raceswhose proof of identitywith babbling so very oddwas lost in some boat at sea,the Santa Maria or the Pequod --once they were safely ignoredpetitioning their good neighborfrom the womb of their Lordfor freedom to hard labor;yet those who have the rightchoose to stay the courseby opening the gates to spiteand exploit this alien force.[Disposable Poem September 15, 2006]
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