alien monochrome requiem

When the aliens attack,

it’s not gunna matter

if you’re white, brown,

darker brown, super darker brown or black.

They won’t care

They won’t care about your titties,

fat lips,

or other succulent traits.

They won’t care about love or hate.

How much your phat-ass ate,

or the big shit you took after last night’s date.

When the aliens attack,

it’s not gunna matter if you like it or not,

in fact.

It won’t matter what side you’re on,

or what political opinion wrote the ingredients for your shot.

They don’t care

They don’t care about compassion,

they want other stuff.

I’m not sure what,

but it’s probably not fashion.

Or likes

or engagement

or how many goddamn views you got on the last one.

When the aliens attack,

it’s not gunna matter

if your shit is wack or substantial.

I’m pretty sure attack means they’ll kill us.

But maybe in some convoluted existence,

the aliens WILL care and WE’RE the ones showing resistance!

It wasn’t the distance that set us apart,

persistence in guarding our admittance while filling a shopping cart.

It’s just words, what do I know,

dude?

Just an opinion,

I’m just like you!

Maybe I’m an alien

and this is our last expression,

the lesson,

before extinguishing obsession and all your individual

faces,

the races

and erase this.

Let’s be clear on this distinction- Extinction

What do I know?