[Quriosity]

blah, this is solely for the extra points

"The Son of Laika"

I felt the ground descend from beneath
And the stars I knew extend from my reach
Wondering if I would ascend to my peak
Or wash up with my limbs to the beach
The dimmest of streets, so timid and weak
Their life forms were such a primitive fleet
I grin with my teeth, skimming their meat
Though most were pale and thinner than me
I remembered the weeks, running in fields
Realizing that I haven't tumbled in years
But I was extraordinary, no run of the mill
And no longer would I rummage for meals

The lights were dim and people were weary
The whole scene was sad, feeble and dreary
All splattered as paws pattered the road
Through small puddles, often flattered to know
That I still caught their eyes, patting my coat
Watching TV's that were shattered and broke
The reporters screamed, gathering quotes
Of all the nation's greatest, staggering though
The drab report seemed so traumatic to most
While I laughed as though it had to be jokes
Until tragedy shows pictures of bombs that hit
Destroying half of the Washington Monument
It was common sense, though dammit, it hurt
Knowing I was back on this planet.. this Earth
And the world would be pissed when they knew
It wasn't a bomb, but only the ship that I flew

Panic stricken streets with thugs trickled
On chocolate covered corners like fudge sickles
The Negro race ran rampant for white woes
And white men no longer hunted for white hoes
The mulatto kids were all prancing on porches
As hooded men stood, dancing with torches
I saw phantoms lurk in the dead of the night
Cities cried, and nations were settled in fright
A troubled time for men returning from war
They left well, only to learn they were poor
But I trotted near curbs of their Hoovervilles
Simply shocked by what they'd do for meals
And how old ladies with rifles would shoot to kill
At any coon caught riding in Coup de Villes

Nothing changed since the time when I died
In the backyard, napped by a Communist spy
It was all for show, to exploit American fears
Once they even thought to let a pelican steer
A hell of a year, the Russians labeled me dead
Some children thought I was a fable instead
But I cradled my head, and survived the land
And was soon introduced to a vibrant clan
The God of the stars, assuming the throne
The moon was my land, Sputnik2 was my home

But they sent me back to a past that I left
Walking wicked streets and gasping for breath
Dying. In dog years, I was older than Christ
A girl rushed off her steps to watch over my life
As my crown fell, I felt a knot in my throat
"H-h-help m-meee!" She was shocked that I spoke
Patting my belly, with hopes that I'm feeling fine
But I wasn't. I spat blood over her skinny thighs
Slobbing. Saliva dripped from my jaws to her toes
And she cried, and I felt enthralled by her woes
Guts and grime would squirt in her open mouth
Waving hands, berserk as she chokes and shouts
But it was my mission, listen, my pension's won
See, air in space is unfit for an infant's lungs
So I traveled back, lying in grass for his birth
Knowing I could no longer last on this Earth
But sadly enough, my soul surely would mourn
Cos her Dad shot me right before he was born.