Abduction

If I were a visiting alien,

I’d come and abduct you.

I’d whisk you away,

To the dark side of the moon.

I’d strap you down, probe you,

See what gets you off.

Impregnate you daily,

For scientific reasons of course.

The last thing I’d do,

Is insert a chip into your skin.

So I could track and pick you up,

When I swing by earth again.