Right after ripping out the chords to the tv and the phone,
The very last man on earth sat alone his own home,
He sat and shivered, cried and quivered, hoping its not so
And at his lowest point he heard a knock at the front door
He cant stay in one place, his heartrates going crazy as he paces,
Wondering who or what this mysterious knock was for,
He's not even sure, but he decides to open the door,
And there towered two aliens at the height of six four,
Two floors he then ran up to his room to now lock his door,
"This can't be" he repeated as he fell to the floor
Passed out, last doubt he had was that this is not happening,
Last thing he'd expect is to wakeup on a ship flying
The intergalactic species told him "we come in peace"
"Please no!" cried the man as he fell to his knees and pleaded
"Humans are so concieted" said the alien species,
"This is a dream my friend and you are in your bed sleeping"
WARNING: This poem is not in iambic pentameter
It uses alot of assonance, do you like it? Does it rhyme too much?
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