Sightseers

We were sightseeing, flying along the rim of the atmosphere,
When, down below, we saw creatures on a street.
They were all covered in plastic and textile
And spoke in a language so vile.
The street was called Symmetry Lane,
And on Symmetry Lane, they call everything else "just a stain."
Once we landed, we were accosted by a curious creature.
It was rainbow colored and had female features.
Our team of scientists examined its brain
But before that, we locked it up in chains.
"How familiar these steel links are!"
It screamed and screamed as we dug far.
The further we dug, the less interesting it got.
We couldn't understand this creature's thoughts.
They consisted of a timeline: birth, learn, pray, learn, birth, pray.
What that meant, we couldn't say.
We dumped the specimen in an alley down off of Disarray Lane.
It looked around the soiled ground, and realized that everyone is "just a stain."