Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Poems for Monsters #6: The Borg

Data come down and seduce
these Borg away

they’re building a colony
on the corner lot

and I know I shouldn’t
judge

but what the hell? Their house
is a giant metal cube

They ruin every barbecue
with their folk songs

and have you smelled a Borg on a hot day?

They say their connections
corrode in a bath

but really
Data come down

and decode their molecular desires
into dumb atoms

We’ve been lost
ever since they came

7 comments:

Tamara said...

you will be assimilated.

palinode said...

Without Data's intervention, probably.

sweetsalty kate said...

Giggling. Of course the Borg stink. I think the Borg should get sponsored by Listerine.

Please don't ever stop doing these. There are bottomless monsters. Every tribute you do is a deposit into your karmic bank account, you know, the one that prevents you from being brain-sucked and eaten alive and assimilated. So I would keep going if I were you.

palinode said...

I'd like someone to come up with a Borg folk song. At a block party barbecue. Here come the Borg with their ukuleles again.

mayopie said...

I remember when Picard was assimilated. I think I died a little myself that day. And your poem? I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.

dailypiglet said...

excellent breakdown of it all.

MBels said...

I loved this! This is my first vist to your blog but I will be back. Hilarious.