perched on my porch alone at night
drinking hard liquor and smoking on a sply
suddenly something gleams far out of sight
flashing in the fields a ghastly piercing light
flashlight in hand I stumble down from my porch
shambling towards the flashing light intent to find the source
pacing through the crops and into the unknown
the light is getting brighter and I must be getting close
crop circle jerk
arrive at the beacon and it's worse than I was fearing
ten tall aliens jerking off at the center of the clearing
groaning in a cryptic tongue and cumming on the crops
jizzing in florescent shades and grasping slimy cocks
I behold in disgust their vile celebration
speechlessly witnessing unearthly masturbation
just as I attempt to leave on stares me in the eyes
he signals his companions and I run for me life
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