The Alien

I explore the galaxy,
I plant my flag, I am a man
People like to giggle at:
I am an alien. The land

I represent is English—
I mean, American, scion
Of British, a barbaric tongue,
Part Indo-European.

I mostly pick up postcards,
Tattoos and tans for souvenirs;
But if you come equipped with hands
Capable of holding beers

I will buy us a few drinks—
Enough to get us both somewhere
Else: my ship, Andromeda,
Uranus, home. My secret lair.