Launching a poem

Some of the smartest people in the world believe
there are aliens among us who are intent
on colonizing the planet, and they aren't far from wrong.
Some of the smartest people in the world

Are spending every waking moment
doing things that their over-heated brains tell them to do
for the benefit of no one in particular.
Some of the smartest people in the world

Are spending $100,000,000 on rockets and satellites
and (whoops) blowing them up on the launch-pad.
I can't make a satellite, much less a rocket
to get my would-be satellite into orbit

But I can use this computer
(invented by a team of lackeys of the smartest people in the world)
to write and launch this poem into the ether
to argue that this (writing poems)

Is a better use of time
than creating expensive satellites that blow up on launch-pads.
At least I'm not a flesh and blood robot-servant
of a super intelligence,

Called the left brain, that is, in fact,
the "alien" being that calls all the shots
in the filming of this class-B movie we are all subsidizing . . .
And, if those smartest people in the world have their way,

That alien power will colonize the planet.
So, in a token effort to stop them in their tracks
I am launching this poem into a very low orbit,
and it will not blow up, that I promise.