On Steve Jobs - Aliens From Outer Space Poem by Patrick Ong

Aliens are lured to Earth by its recent bustle
Grief or no grief on a person’s death causes a tussle
Ample amusement before they move on
No reason for even a tiniest fuss or a requiem song
They are immortal self-reproductive comprehensively immune like a rock
They have extinct tear glands but their tongues are active and like to talk
They envy Earth human for having something they dearly want
Affection in their planet has long gone

Aliens are non-materialistic for they need no clothes and food
They speak millions of alien languages none is understood
They have extinct salesmen as no demand for any goods
They love to talk and love to find out exactly where are their roots
So they fly around the universe in their spaceships
Talk over their individual iphones to keeping their friendships
Chat happily using the best auto-interpreter apps in the universe
When finding the Earth root of their machines tears burst