I'm an automatic pilot on the flying saucer
A part of the engine, both robot and human
Programmed to explore the planet Earth closer
Gotta come into contact with an average woman
After making a smooth landing, I'm walking out
I am on a broad plain, with no one around
Except for a girl on a bike, tall and stout
Who's watching me in horror, uttering no sound
I can read her thoughts: he's a fucking Martian!
I grab her hand so that she might read mine
She giggles, and then speaks with deep emotion,
''I got reproductive organs, but your looks are out of line! ''
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-line/
