Up the chain

I once joined a UFO cult.

My initiation was, surprisingly, very brief


I signed some papers,

was fitted for a robe,

the leader said a few words,

and then I was immediately handed

a small dixie-cup of poison.



Of course, I was aghast!

I said, hold on, one minute, folks,

I thought we built towards this.



“Taughannock Falls”

by Mary Cellini