I was born in the village of Bleugh!
in the country of Coochee Coo,
on the far away planet of Tharg.
Of course, my background’s a secret;
I keep it by telling the truth,
there’s no one who ever believes me—
see, you don’t, do you…?
I’m a techie,
Red Guide applauding,
contemporary classical (and dance) adoring,
Flushing baby reptiles down the loo.
Running the “Fenland Bayou Crocodile Tour” company.
Placing long–term bets that a local bog–snorkeler will be eaten by an alligator.
Some people dress submitting to style,
some people dress expressing their guile,
but me, I get dressed so not to get wet.
Some people buy ’til sated, they drop,
some people buy mass–marketed slop,
but me, I nick things from charity bins.
Some people hide in everyone’s sight,
some people give excitement to light,
but me, I’ve panache of a motorway crash.
Thargettes rarely visit the Earth,
they don’t have the necessary sense of insanity.
So I’m only a lonely Thargoid,
subverting my angst with too many tanks
Any other comments
Which of these deceptions do I believe?