I did my reading
wearing a Quark’s Bar shirt
it’s where I go
when I get a hankering
for Romulan Ale
& take a siesta
in the wonderment
& space & starships
the troopers are out
in full force
but I’m still soaring
dodging the photon blast
I try to drift off
into the Outer Stratosphere
I make a quick getaway
no one follows
but I can never be too sure
I cover my tracks
with a wet rag
once in space
I try the heavenly bliss
of letting the ships
fly at warp speed
I’m not there yet
But making great strides
I’m catching up