Tin foil hats
They are cool
The Indian spirit
He said I’d know
I sure don’t
He’s a hoe
Rake the leaves
It’s my autumn
Sticks poke out
I hate my garden
Wear the hat
So they can’t see
What imp up to
Pitch a tomato
Suck my corn
Pick my nose
Blow a horn
The aliens won’t know
I won’t pout
The shiny foil
It keeps em out
Brain Clots and Aliens
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 10:58 AM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Funny, Poems, Randomness
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