The Aliens Have Left Us

April 24, 2009

By John McDonnell

Sometimes I look at the sky at night
And wonder if aliens ever took flight,
And traveled across the billion miles
And came to stay with us awhile.

It’s certainly seems to be the case.
They could have observed the human race;
And maybe joined us for a time
To probe the secrets of our minds.

They may have thought to colonize
This Earth before we realize
What’s happening, to enslave
And work us to our grave.

But I suspect that once they saw
Our stubborn nature and our flaws,
They made a beeline back to home,
And vowed never this way to roam.

How could they make slaves of us,
When they couldn’t even trust
That we’d have the same opinion,
Or do most anything in unison?

The fact is we’re a crazy lot,
We scheme and bicker, fight and plot.
We never follow logic’s rules,
Or much of what we learned in school

I’m sure the aliens would despair
And want to wash us from their hair;
They sped away, that’s what I mean,
And put us under quarantine.

They’ve left our little neighborhood,
They’ve spread the word that we’re no good.
“Stay away, it’s just not worth
The stress of visiting Planet Earth.”

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A Man Of Many Interests

April 23, 2009


By John McDonnell

I’m a dabbler at heart, you see,
and there’s plenty more to me
than meets the eye.
But then you know I
never said I was a simple chap.
You can’t put me in that trap.
Subtle, that’s me, and complicated.
Not loud, a bit understated.
Preferring not to be a star,
or the loudest voice at the bar,
I’m happiest in the back,
not in front of the pack.
I get distracted easily, my mind wanders;
there’s always some other question to ponder.
My reality abounds in
complexity.
I know I should settle down and focus;
establish a locus
for my interests.
But every time I try
something bright catches my eye,
and I wander off, wasting time
on some new project without rhyme
or reason.
There’s so much to learn, I’ve always felt,
so much living to do as well.
Each day should be an adventure,
otherwise you’re just an indentured
servant, hemmed in by your
small horizons.
Tomorrow’s another day and
no way I’m going to get distracted
from my goal. I’ll attack the
day with vigor, discipline and
rigor;
at least until a bigger
shinier something comes along and
catches my I.

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April 17, 2009

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