Planet For the Deranged

I landed among feathered creatures who pecked at my legs Glad I was to have metallic bands to cushion me Take me to your leader I said; someone ran out and cut its head off It ran around but it had stopped clucking I feared they might get my head too, so I ran off. The next group of strangers I found were tall molting things Dried bits of red, orange, and brown things landed on my head. I tried to talk to them, but they ignored me. There were mushy squishy things at their feet. I ate them and began hallucinating. This is not the place for our new colony. The two-leggeds have eyes, but no mouths. They wear cloths on the bottom of their faces, As far as I can see there are no chins. We need to find a different place for our colony. A place where rioters are not running around screaming. A place where guns are not killing wildlife “for sport”. This is a planet for the deranged. Beam me up Commander.