this poem was written for me by my friend benji davis a couple of years ago and it’s the best thing ever and no one seems to like it as much as i do.
it’s a parody of lines 75-85 of “the lovesong of j. alfred prufrock by t.s. eliot.
First encounter of this pair of ragged friends
One scuttled across the cornfield in shock
. . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long, glowing fingers,
Asleep… tired… or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, the extra terrestrial found mom’s beer,
Should I, after booze, and cakes and ices,
Have the strenght to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and dissected frogs,
Though I have seen his head (it’s leathery and bald) brought in
to a quarantine tent.
I am no Saganand here’s no great lament;
His body turned white, and E.T. began to fold,
Though I have seen the creature give life to dying marigolds,
In short, I was afraid.
I heard him moan… I heard him moan…
[
] with a sawblade and speak n’ spell he will telephone home.
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