Am I crazy?
I have this feeling
I can’t seem to shake today
Maybe it’s because my bulova watch
didn’t come back. Only the parts
I needed, a new crystal and a battery
I’m waiting for
to call me
or Scotty to beam me up.
Captain there seems to be
a problem with the transporter
Kind of like Mr. Spock
with a single
Meanwhile the Klingons
would be coughing up
greenish red snot tearing up
from laughing so hard.
Vowing like the terminator
to soon be back
warped, factor 7 to the next galaxy
where the takeover would at least be a challenge for their intellect.
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