The Heir to the Throne
With ease, I walk the laid lines of this planet.
I am not a stranger to Earth…but some of my kind are.
The mating ritual here is an odd sort of joining and way of reproducing.
Or not reproducing.
Proudly displayed in front of his home, I can see that my brother has been very active. There are numerous cigarettes about, decreeing his joy.
And he left his manhood, also asserting that he has acted responsibility and did not fertilize the egg.
We all know this is forbidden. Magic is not to be set loose, here.
Well…rules…cheerfully, not mine…