We gotta be an army,’cause it’s us verse them
all over again, warp speed five overdrive
and dammit, how did he know?
But you gave as good as you got, at least they can say that
you know, and we damaged their fazers
warp drive, and they ain’t goin nowhere.
A distinct possibility, barely sir suicide telephone
operator standing by, pen on paper planting
in your back a hoe, because you’re both bad at this.
Best we could do in two hours, a one mark three
two four, marching down a hallway
wearing an ascot, emergency lights abound around
Tactically inoperative, raise the shields
rushing down on a chariot, torpedoes fire
harking make them stark, stretched out like a bird.
Pre-emptive possibility, mirror facing cannibals
we could be sometime soon, was ego in my lenses
and is it still?
Are they shadow puppets? In my mind
do they plot against me, tuckered in candle light
blanket forts, leaning and caressing.
Refracted reality satire is everywhere, in the walls
and copper wire, for it bleeds through the frame
when you spot it, feeling it in the pulse.