Close Encounters Of The Obsurd Kind!

Like a death at a funeral
you’re a cruel punch line
You smell of halitosis
and cheap wine.

You’re like a whirlpool
I don’t want to drown;
you’re the king of crap
sat without a crown.

We met on a bus
you were acting Ridiculous,
I was amazed
at the grasp your silliness.

You talk rubbish,
it’s like the bin-men are on strike
Everything about you
I seem to dislike

I’m sure you’re not human
you must be an alien
You don’t speak English
it sounds kind of Romanian

You must be an extra-terrestrial,
maybe you live underground?
I would prefer it
if you did not make a sound

Your right from wrong
strangely blurred,
your silence is much preferred.

You betcwethed me tails of absolute lunacy,
you killed my faith humanity,
I had to build up some sort of immunity,
as I lost all my faith and purity.

I tried to be good
I tried to be kind,
but this idiot was
destroying my peace of mind.

I jumped of the bus 5 stops early,
but the guy had followed me,
he was defiantly not earthly.

Bugger of back Uranus
bugger of back to alpha-centori,
go tell someone else your boring life story.

This was a meeting
I was trying to hide;
I just had a close encounter
of the absurd kind.