An Alien Spy Reports

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Alien spies, Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

It’s Zog reporting from the planet Earth:
My mission has progressed without a hitch.
These humans are protected from their birth;
They live upon a planet vast and rich,
Yet most of them complain; they whine and bitch.
Unlike us beings from beyond the stars
They value trinkets, shiny things and kitsch.
(Much like the aboriginals on Mars.)
Their mode of transport – motor bikes and cars,
As exercise (like walking) they avoid.
They spend a lot of time at clubs and bars,
And quite a lot of them are unemployed.
As far as I can tell they’re a spent force;
We should let self-destruction run its course.