Watch the skies! Mutters the scientist in It.
They are coming to colonize on earth.
Be scared, for the blob is from outer space,
Independence Day is at hand, death is now the insert.
Wipe out mankind and womankind too,
Change the atmosphere to ultramarine from blue.
Poison the oceans and make fish with no fins,
Put the human race in cattle cars for future food.
“Bleak, I be,” Yoda states to the Enterprise crew,
The future is dimmed and glassy to my view.
Doomed and gloomed is the race of man,
Soon to be harvested and eaten like spam from a can.
As T. S. Elliot says on the Alps struggling for a breath.