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POEM

Earth Protection Services

Posted on September 29, 2019September 30, 2019 by ElRoy

I’m the Captain of a team of First Responders.
I’m a member of an Elite Security Force.

Our duty is to protect and defend,
The planet from alien invasions.

In the remote chance that you are attacked,
Our Space Rangers will not hesitate,
To blow the space pirates,
And their spaceships out of the galaxy.

Our arsenal includes:
The most technologically advanced,
Next-gen rockets and impenetrable shields.

Your citizens need not fear,
Because we have a fleet of spacecraft carriers,
Armed and ready, looking down on you.

We offer protection to the nations of the world.
All you must do, is contribute, only ten percent,
Of your verifiable GDP for the earth’s well-being.

But, don’t be late with your allotted investment.
Because our extraterrestrials won’t hesitate,
In coming down, to collect it.

POEM

Interplanetary

Posted on September 25, 2019September 30, 2019 by ElRoy

I came to this planet in a pod.
I developed into a living being upon admission.
I was sent to accomplish an important mission.

Upon completion,
I was supposed to return,
To my point of origination.

But if you’re receiving this transmission,
My bod didn’t arrive;
It disintegrated upon submission.

Providentially,
My mind did survive,
Because, it presently resides,
In another world’s dimension.

POEM

Reading In Darkness

Posted on September 18, 2019September 18, 2019 by ElRoy

You heard of me,
And you were curious,
About the magical,
Writing skills that I possess.

It gave you pleasure to think,
That you could be,
Just like the swanky poets,
Who are always following me.

You let me seduce you,
With my charming rhymes,
And destroy your morality.

I didn’t have to touch you,
To get inside your head.
I’m already everybody’s idol,
And soon, you’ll also be,
Another grateful dead.

POEM

The Struggle To Believe

Posted on September 13, 2019September 21, 2019 by ElRoy

It is true,
That fear wants you to live.
But isn’t it obvious,
That rage needs to die?
You don’t have to feel near death,
To be grateful you have breath.

I know,
You’ve ignored the words of Jeremiah,
For a very long time.
But I will give you,
One final warning.
Your under-world curiosity,
Will only numb your heart.
And you can’t retreat,
When the battle is done.