Tiger lily
No, Mr. Baker,
it is not an
invasion.
It’s a Tiger lily.
The invasion comes
a few days
later
with beer and
outdoor cooking.
That’s when
the aliens
—grill your meat
—light your fireworks
—conflagrate and celebrate
your auto-da-fe future.
.
.
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Aliens arrived, /
bringing their wall with them. /
“KEEP OUT” their plaques charged.
An alien crash lands on earth, wanders into a small town, finds the only house with a novelist in it and knocks on the door.
The novelist answers and after the initial shock of seeing such a strange creature, the creature hands him a note. It reads: “In your language, I have come to invade and conquer.”
The novelist scribbles something on a piece of notebook paper, tears it out, and hands it to the alien: “Why?”
The alien types in something on his keyboard and out prints his response: “Because you are weak and we are strong and this world has many things to offer us.”
“Does that include the asteroid on a collision course toward earth?” the novelist asks.
The alien thinks about that. After a moment, the alien turns and leaves.
The novelist turns back to his writing, knowing nobody would believe him if he put this incident in his novel: an alien with good grammar. Unbelievable. After all, fiction had to be believable.
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