Poem -
Kid Gloves
Pulled from the wreck
Precious object
hard-to-handle
Special treatment
Hazmat suit
Observers said:
Handle that thing with Kid Gloves
Don’t let in your head
But I had no choice…
Your world so out of touch
Your people so weak
your world so bleak
All your so called religions
Don’t mean a thing
Superhuman controlling power
You have no clue
You segment yourselves
Don’t pretend you know me
You can’t comprehend
I am super deep
Super wide…
Kid Gloves
I wear not you
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Comments
Strange thing to write about!! I like that, off the wall very different. .cool :)
Maybe or Maybe not so strange..Open to  interpretations...thanks Kool comment
Interpretations, Mark you said it from yhe Aliens mouth we get no respect in their eyes. They are far superior because of our flaws and limitations, we don't know how to expand as they do and retain all that information. Very cool write. Have you been watching the new x files? A little different from what i remember but still really interesting. Much respect to you.
x files have been...It is different Devon thanks for reading...