He was sitting on the deck a bar downtown..looking at the jungle of legs passing by before his eyes..flesh in various hues and complexions.
Nursing a lager..or an ale .. a thought hits him
What would an alien say .. or would he join the melee ?
Would he condemn the jungle of legs..bare midriffs … The untangled lovers …making animalistic love in corners
Would he be the last days messieh .. a puritan in disguise ?? Condemn the heathen and right the wrong .. be the father to the lost sheep