Title: "The X-Files"
Author: Aster
Email Address: Sandlot1313@adelphia.net
Distribution: Posted with Aster's permission at "So Little Tiem X-Files
Fanfiction Archive." This can be put anywhere, but I want to know, please.
Spoilers: None. Basic show concepts only.
Rating: G
Classification: Poem
Keywords: None
Summary: An overview of the XFiles...
Disclaimer: The "X-Files" belongs to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the
FOX Network. No infringement intended.
Author's Note: I got the inspiration from another poem written by the
wonderful Carl Sandburg called "Chicago." No infringement intended here
either. I was so incredibly inspired by the poem, and it prompted me to
write one of my own.
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Conspirators for the World.
Flukeman, Peacock of Home,
Player of Chess and the FBI's Most Unwanted;
Biting, chilling, brawling.
Show of strange phenomena:

They tell me you are brutal and I believe them, for I have seen
your flesh eating bacteria under the florescent lights
calling the mad scientists.
And they tell me you are overpowering and I scream; Yes it is truth
I have seen the fans obsess and go to sleep to obsess
again.
And they tell me you are frightening and my reply is: On the
faces of geeks and freaks I have seen the wounds of
extreme paranoia.
And being paranoid myself I avery my eyes to those who snore
during my show, and thrust them back a growl and
enlighten:
Run and bring me another show with determined minds so
needing to know truth and answers and reasoning.
Hurling science logic amid the coil of increasing myths upon myths,
here lies a body set clear against the titanic soft
conspiracy:
Ferocious as an alien with stiletto brandishing for
survival, mirthful as an
entomologist inside an infested house,

Barefaced,
Digging,
Plausibility,
Analyzing,
Lying, authenticity, deniability,

Within the stars, hair flying over his face, investigating
with solumn looks.
Within the intense scrutination of superiors smirking as the
partners investigate.
Investigating even as an oblivious predator investigates a
rabbit hole who has never
let it escape.
Cringing and investigating that within his files is the
truth, and within his mind love of the work.
Investigating!
Investigating the biting, chilling, brawling investigations
of Them half dead, crying,
proud to be a Conspirator for the World,
Flukeman, Peacock of Home, Player of Chess and
The FBI's Most Unwanted.

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FIN