Disappearing

I'm glad you disappeared, now I'm free again,
they said that you were abducted by aliens,
with a radio transmitter inserted into your brain,
they'll contact you when they come here again.

I was drawn up into a room with consoles,
pictures of Earth, a voice suddenly said: 'Hello Terry,'
Musk and Branson were strapped to a large table,
mouths taped, good that they were quiet for a change.

The voice said: 'Go to the table, give their balls a squeeze,'
gurgling sounds came from their masks, eyes watered,
'We didn't mean to charge so much for a small trip,
only meant well, good intentions, with our poxy spaceship.'

After I signed the visitor's book, I was returned to Earth,
they'd sent me back to my future, for what it was worth.