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.