Visited with Slim,
To the Jim.
Early morning,
The sun was just dawning,
A pattering of paws we did hear,
As the falcon we drew near.
A dog sniffling by my feet,
I begin to taste defeat,
A torch passing overhead,
Still we stay dead.
Footsteps in front of us fall,
A whistle,
No longer does the dog us eyeball,
Face down in thistle.
Still we lay,
light moves further away,
fuck we utter in unison,
this space ship is a toxin.
To the exit we do go,
Vehicle headlights behind us do glow,
In the forest we do collapse,
Jim his go pro he does not find,
Our fate is signed.
In again we go,
Fingertip searching,
Jim finds his go pro,
Forward I go jogging.
Through the trees,
I begin to wheeze,
There I see it before my eyes,
Space ship from the darkness rise.
Dogs begin to bark,
Bringing an end to this lark,
Engine begins to roar,
Time to go I know the score.
Set your phasors to woof woof