Colorless World

July twenty-second two thousand and nothing

The aliens crashed through the atmosphere

Parked on the roof of a church full of bigots

Crashed through the windows and ordered a beer

The preacher said maybe a bottle of wine

Would put some color back into your cheeks

While the landscaper cursed another dandelion

And the congregation stared at the freaks

Their leader it seemed was a one-eyed machine

And he spoke in a monotone groan

All this color, said he causes grave misery

It must go and then we'll leave you alone