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| I Walked Out Of A Bar And Met A Martian |
I met a Martian and heard him grieve,
He annoyed me as he sobbed through his sins and regrets,
Then, begged me for some cigarettes,
Then, thusly to this Martian I spoke,
"Dear Martian I'm sorry but, I never smoke,
Although, I sometimes nurse a rum and coke,
If I bought cigarettes then I'd be broke,
And, cigarettes are portrayed in every earth tongue,
As causing diseases of the lung,
And, if lung disease does not give one a whack,
Then, one will surely die of a heart
attack,"
The Martian then began to sigh,
"Without some cigarettes I will just die,
And, Martians have no lungs or heart,
The worst cigarettes can do is make us fart"
Finally, on the Martian I took pity,
I used my credit card in the city,
And, bought every cigarette I could find in a
box,
Then, told the Martian he should get help to
detox,
So, this Martian fella became real happy,
He hugged me close which I thought was sappy,
If he did it again I would have become slappy,
But, he spoke Martian
verse and it was kind of rappy,
Then, my Martian friend hitched a ride back to
mars,
Seems he didn’t own a ride to travel to the
planets and stars,
But, I'm sure he'll be returning early next year,
Because for him a pack of cigarettes is what he
holds most dear.
