Plugging in Sam

On a frigid winter’s night...

Some say thirty years ago...

Sam first appeared before morning’s cold light.

With electric skinned ears and red satellite glow.

The doctor said, no, this can’t be so,

Perhaps he is some sort of weirdo undead...

Whatever he is I don’t claim to know.

What kind of monster is born with a satellite head?

His Mother, she cried, but she held him real tight.

He isn't like me,

It’s plain to see he isn't quite right...

Perhaps the Lord has forsaken me.

Over the years, they came to see...

That it wasn’t quite God, but little green men...

Steering poor Sam to such the degree

He didn’t know who, where, how, or when.

In school he always studied real hard,

But nothing would do...

Check minus was scrawled on his report card.

He was lucky if he could tie his own shoe.

He fell in love with a girl, she called herself Blank.

When she was near the satellite grew.

His electric heart sank...

As she bid him adieu.

What could he do but wallow and sigh?

He never could see

The green men in the sky.

Why didn't they just let him be?

One day, when he reached his tired wit’s end...

Sam plugged himself in to the hole in the wall.

His parent’s weren't there, not even a friend,But those who knew... toasted Sam’s end.