Hosfatality

In a coma, at a secret lab, since ‘47
But now he was sitting and wide awake
And for the first time in over sixty years
He was shaking the cobwebs and taking a break
Bid some tearful goodbyes and a final farewell
Then packed up his satchel and trekked off to Arizona
It didn’t take him long to discover after he left Roswell
To figure out he’d pulled a monumental boner
Folks pointed fingers, he had anti-grav boots on
They said he surely was a sight to be seen
And on the day when he up and landed in Tucson
They couldn’t help noticin’ the little feller was green
An illegal alien that’s what they said
And his big saucer eyes got moistened with fear
“Either send him back breathing or send him back dead
It’s the white folks that’s indigenous to these parts around here”
Why would they do this, what had he done?
Besides make the folks back in Roswell a pot full of loot
Now he’d been cast out from the land of the sun
Exploited for decades and now given the boot
His former friends back at Roswell had once named him Comet
On account of his skin the likes they never had seen
But he was so scared now that he thought he might vomit
And when a Martian does that it ain’t colored green!
So they put him on an old bus with some folks shaded brown
Then warned him to never come back to this land
But he escaped in the hot desert one hundred miles from a town
And then waited till midnight and held up his hand
His fingertips glowed and so did his eyes
When there came from the sky a deafening crack
And as he disappeared into that blackened split sky
He whispered, “ To the people of the earth, with my friends
I’ll be back”