Cosmic Forces
Through the deep and starless waste
Where they love the humanoid
Where all ethics are misplaced
Where all truths are null and void
Where the Klingon seems a saint
Famed for all his charm and grace
Where all sense of truth is faint
Where all screams dissolve in space
Something with a rattler’s neck
Something from an awkward squad
Colonised the lower deck
Like a mad cephalopod
Where the light had never dawned
Where the veins where filled with pus
Nigel and his race were spawned
Seeking to be rid of us
Who can say when in the reaches
Of the furthest universe
Who controls the darkest creatures
Who can fix them with a curse
Suddenly their stupid chatter
Came to earth, and with a bump
Suddenly their anti-matter
Was not worth a cyber-trump
Neil, with both your deadened eyes
With the swivel of your lips
You and Paul and all your lies –
You have had Theresa’s chips
Brought to life, a weird Pygmalion?
Did not know you were a freak? Well,
Now you know you were an alien
Now you’re gone (until the sequel).
