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:
you will be assimilated.
Without Data's intervention, probably.
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.
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.
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.
excellent breakdown of it all.
I loved this! This is my first vist to your blog but I will be back. Hilarious.
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