'Little Alien In My Head Poem by Margaret Alice

We live our lives in our heads
I’m always living within
the limits of the latest
decisions and conclusions
about the meaning of life
made by the little alien
that lives in my head
and steers my life -
If that little pest decides
that life is all about love
and looks lovingly out of my eyes
all is fine – when he makes up a story
it is all fun and games –
but when that little alien
refuses to throw
the emotional switches
from despondent to hopeful
from sad to happy
I’m stuck on the emotional floor
where the alien has parked my mind
I wish I could find
a way to gain control
of my own mind!

I think that little alien
is a remnant of a 5-year-old me
charging about through the world
with a boredom threshold
that would drive most people mad
and the only way I can get on
with typing a list of nothingness
is bribing the alien with chocolates
now my ration for today
is finished – the fight between
the little alien and some
crocodilian consciousness
that lives somewhere else in my mind
is starting again, and I wish
oh how I wish I could apply
for a new mind somewhere!