Smells Like ALIEN Spirit!!

*You’ve solved your way through sass and shame,

Through turf and tabs and cornhole fame.

You’ve laughed, you’ve cried, you might’ve sinned—

And now you stand… where stories end.

This ain’t a door. This is a line.

Between the beer-soaked past and the stars that shine.

Ain’t nothin’ back there but vents and doom,

A mop bucket, shame, and maybe a broom.

So don’t go knockin’ or twistin’ knobs—

This back side door’s seen things that ruined jobs.