A Million Things From Outer Space!

“A Million Things from Outer Space!”

This poem is officially under invasion by little green men,
SPACE SHIPS!
ROCKETS!
RAY GUNS!
And a million other things from outer space that want to invade its anal privacy for their sick scientific pleasure.
Stanzas have been replaced with random science fiction terminology,
LASER SWORDS!
ROBOTS!
LIGHT SPEED!
And a million other things from outer space that will remind you of the last time R2-D2 treated C-3PO like a bitch.
There are no rhyming couplets just more mentions of,
STAR TREK!
STAR WARS!
STARSHIP TROOPERS!
And a million other things from outer space that were considered original SF programming because they had the word “Star” in it.
Science Fiction poetry is not just about,
TRANSPORTERS!
PHASERS!
ALIENS!
And a million other things from outer space but its about the weird shit our minds have thought about when we look up at the stars and dreamed of what the hell is actually out there.
I say keep looking for,
AREA 51!
FLYING SAUCERS!
POD PEOPLE!
And a million other things from outer space because it sure as hell would be awesome to make even one of them science fact.