401 – Nobody Here But Us Chickens

Poem number 401
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Nobody Here But Us Chickens
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There’s nobody here but us chickens
So put all your sci-fi to bed
No Kirk or Picard
No Jedi, it’s hard
To accept but that fantasy’s dead.
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There’s nobody here but us chickens
Not even a knackered old droid
Beyond the odd rock
And an astronaut’s sock
You’ll find only a bottomless void.
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There’s nobody here but us chickens
This aliens thing is a con
It may seem unfair
That there’s nobody there
But accept it, nod sagely, move on.
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There’s nobody here but us chickens
So now I feel bound to declare
Your planet is mine
You gullible swine
And so is that moon over there!

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