Experiments A poem by Richard Broadstreet (c) When you are taken by a bright light, In the middle of the night, They take you from your bed, your car, And into thier vehicle, As you lay on the table naked, you struggle, Agianst what binds you to the cold metal table, The beings say "Don't struggle" and "We won't hurt you", They perform their wicked tests, They show you images of what is to come, You want to scream, But you cannot, They then return you to your bed, your car, You shall not remember what has occured, Until a long time thereafter, The experiments continue, All through your life, Experiments, Terribly frightening experiments.