Social Norms

The first to make a landing

I really do mean well.

I do hope they'll accept me

The strange ones here that dwell.

There ways are primitive enough,

The way they run about,

But perhaps a few will understand

And try to hear me out.

I've spent so many light years

Hurtling through outer space

Come in peace to decipher

This awkward human race.

The End

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