Mulder and the Lone Gunmen Sonnet
When I look at the sky in the dead of the night,
I sense that there is something else out there,
next to all of those stars shining so bright,
they could be in space just about anywhere,
flying in our skies like an Air Force jet,
or in a galaxy far far away,
watching all our movements in secret,
and recording them every single day,
they may be looking at us way down here,
spying from afar for their personal gain,
yet their ultimate plan is very unclear,
of how they'll use the info they obtain,
aliens may be spying, that could be true,
with sattelites, Big Brother's watching you, too.