You’re a frelling joke!
Make me want to choke
on my soba
as I sit on my sofa
with a Vulcan-esque brow
you even exist
knowing not the gist
of a time-space continuum
or the specs of the Millennium
Falcon, Solo’s pride
or why the Doctor cried
for his fair Rose
Do you know nothing of Tolkien prose?
Of elves and orcs and shattered blades?
Ah, what a boring life you have made!
All to fit in with the status quo
Living on Starbucks and reality shows
While I sit and hypothesize
the wonders of wormholes and fireflies
Drinking the heady Romulan ale
while casting a Magic spell
Mock me now, but thank me later
when I tell you that Darth Vader
is certainly not your father
Oh, why do I even bother!
Just know, come the zombie apocalypse
should you seek me out with pleading lips
saying you’ll die if I don’t share
Read MY lips:
I DON’T CARE!
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