A Park UFO Shadowed

Lyric about UFO sighting for a ‘new’ Earthlings age of incomplete training days.

“Failure to Predict”

The sky was darker than for one,
but that it did remind me of 9/11.

I sat in Boston town’s park,
and dreaming like a little prince
did I solemnly think of a capitalism hospital.

The new Earth of the electronics was no unqualified pillow,
And I thought of a tree in my Boston’s park, a tree, a Willow.
“Excuse me, sir but did you sight a deadly-UFO (now)?”

A fair damsel did inquire of my park view of an alien ship,
I dared not to fear such unpredictable image was shock.
My new Earth was ailed by static, of terrorists!
For what would a man need of extra unpredictability now?

JOURNALIST: You did see the thing in our park?
ME: It was a failure of revelation with our currency spark!
JOURNALIST: Maybe the alien is a dragon for camera oil?
ME: Earth’s a field goal and we can’t predict any spoil!
JOURNALIST: Failure to predict…that’s humans toil (thanx).

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“Money is everything” (Ecclesiastes)