I Just Have to Share

Once in a great while, something happens... we turn a phrase, we think a thought... we get a visitation.
Today I wrote this to my son-in-law. This might become part of a song, might not. Might need an accent I can't consistently deliver. No matter. The Goddamned aliens beamed this shit into my noggin and I'm glad they did:

"We act like we got diamonds sittin' in a lobster trap and you gots antennas."

Thank you! Stop! You're Too Kind! Thank You Very Much!!!