- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Gray Men
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The gray men are coming for me.
There gray clothing.
There very dark eyes.
I heard them on the news.
They own every network.
They own the food we buy.
They print the money we spend.
I saw one posing for Playboy.
I heard one just killed fifty people.
One works at grocery store.
But another is vice president.
They want my brain.
They want my body.
I have something they all want.
Secrets.
Stuff I learned from the red people.
The red people are far more smart.
They have all the huge breasted woman.
All the kids.
All the men and women the world needs.
They want their plans.
The gray people want to be interesting.
The red people are trying to prevent it.
The world is fighting.
Fighting over me.
And I won't be taken alive.
The doctors I trying to give me pills.
I object.
They say it's for my own good.
But I know better.
Things will be just fine.
The world will not end.
Just leave me in my rubber room.
