it’s clearly
alien life-form night
at the grocery store,
they bop around
with faces dripping
down to strangled necks
startled eye balls
and grotesque cheeks
caved in bones. they keep
scaring me
as i bump into them
on different aisles
their concerned eyes
perplexed looks
make me lose
train of thought
when all i need
is frozen broccoli spears
and a case of pabst,
it's seriously
getting uncomfortable
by produce
these creatures
wear designer jump suits
hiding bulging bodies
i can see them
burning birth certificates
in glee
wildly waving them around
reverting back
to disturbed forms
of former selves,
shape shifting aliens
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