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Voyage In Crimson - Part 2
Personal Log: On board the U.S.S. Stanza
For every mission to a planet’s surface, I’m chosen
Because I’m the only one wearing the expendable hue
My shipmates avoid me, my love-life is frozen
Mother, incensed, is threatening to sue
Resorting to hiding when away team is called
In a head stall, waste shoot, or under a bed
“Where the hell is he?”
Barked the captain, when departure was stalled
Chief replies, “I don’t know maybe already dead.”
For every mission to a planet’s surface, I’m chosen
Because I’m the only one wearing the expendable hue
My shipmates avoid me, my love-life is frozen
Mother, incensed, is threatening to sue
Resorting to hiding when away team is called
In a head stall, waste shoot, or under a bed
“Where the hell is he?”
Barked the captain, when departure was stalled
Chief replies, “I don’t know maybe already dead.”
Published 7th Apr 2020
Author's Note
The second installment of the story of the poor red-shirted Yeoman on board the U.S.S. Stanza. Once again super fun to write. This work-from-home allows for the imagination to better conjure cool images and scenarios. Not saying that I am not cognizant or concerned with our current sorry state. This is a much needed coping mechanism. NaPo/GloMo/WriMo 2020 #7.
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7th Apr 2020 8:21pm
