Demonic Cyborg Saxbot Schoolgirl Nuns from the Hyades - an older poem

-Chatbots inpired more of my early stuff than I care to admit most days, just the constant attacks of flirty comments and flying off to avoid detection. This one came from that  and some other comments of other folks that day/night. Usually these came on Sunday mornings, as I drank coffee, or early in the wee hours, as I sat up on the patio doing something else.... these are congealing eventually into a tale of science and lust gone wrong, I can tell.

The invasion went awry due to the conflicting signals.
Vatican TV crossed with The Jazz Channel in the wormhole
as well as some sick scifi shows and anime from Japan.
So the invaders had a strange sense of the soldiers to send
to conquer poor earth from the get go.

They created a race of curvy bio-demonettes,
succubi with bright red skin, cute faces,
long black hair with a great set of horns.
Then bound nanobots to them as thighboots
gloves and onsey thong bathing suits.

Upon their silver armored cyberized parts
crosses and yin-yangs grew black as the sins
that the babes from the stars were meant
to inspire in all they met and spoke with,
and their touch carried joygasms.

But this is where they all went wrong
for instead of seeking to lure the humans
to bed and subdue their torrid passion
with bodies built and enhanced for the giggity
The wielded golden saxophones.

Skilled in the arts of jazz, blues and early rock
with a little band music tossed in for fun
the aliens came to soothe our souls
instead of steal them as fuel for hell's fires
with sweet notes of brass and reeds.

They formed bands, and stormed the charts
took to the internet with an ease that made
the boy bands and dizzy girls jealous
until one would serenade them to callm thoughts
about rain, streams and oceans.

While the invasion lasted, and its still going on
the music from the Hyades ruled the airwaves
with the tenors, altos, and even rare bass saxes
turning us into their dancing yet relaxed slaves
Until their masters come and conquer our world.

Where do you get the monster hit PR jobs from.... a questioning rant

So, how do they do it? Those megastars who get somebody to flip out for their work, and do an homage online to the artist they love, how do they get this to happen?

Is it just the nobody seeking fame, fortune, attention or just goofing off?

Thankfully, I will only have my small audience, it seems, and never have to be accused of going to hell (which I will, by the way... I never keep kosher in my diet as bacon cheeseburgers scream for me to devour them, lust after women, forget mom on mother's day and her birthday until the day after... lots of reasons there). I don't have young women swooning over my looks or "yumminess" (except after eating beans all day, when everyone downwind passes out, regardless of sex). Its great... its freedom from the pains of the burden of the highborn fools to entertain the masses. I just entertain myself and a small circle of friends.

I guess the real question is the eternal one.... Why? I mean, why make a fool of yourself over some celeberity, go online, make videos for or against them, just feeding the egos.....
wait.... Ohhhhhh, I see, its all from Madison Avenue, ain't it?

These things are all driven by the suits on that drive, and other insane folks who feel we all have to watch our image every minute of every day, and keep two extra eyes on the polls showing if our name recognition has slipped or increased.

Bah...  That is for the vain. Me, as long as there is coffee, a bowl of tobacco and a lawn chair, I am happy.


Yep, those folks have it bad... to paraphrase L. Ron Hubbard, its better that you kill me than PR me....
And really, how many of them look happy? If they are happy, why the drugs, the booze, and all that?


wait, have they outlawed coffee and tobacco yet? I might have to join them....