Constellation Prize
The muse time travelers fatefully freewill say,
this love of ours was written long ago in the stars
But presently, my earthling feelings
is Venus empty
Got no romantic future happening ...
on another orbital losing spin
Just a tinfoil head man
listening to the upper UV wave band
Alpha Centauri hoping for a constellation prize
Then out of the delta quadrant,
I heard a string of “pings”
A supernova force, binary stellar voice —
Projecting a holographic image of a robot face,
it was mechanically screaming wildly at me:
Danger, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna get lost in her space,
and there ain’t no outer limit to this pulsar pleasure place
The cosmic choice given
was a “Love Theory of Relativity”
Grab hold of the quantum bond
and let the cold fusion burn nebular deep
That’s how it time continuum is
when you meet the Orion woman of your galactic dreams
Constellation prize instantly arrives
on a solar wind flight “faster-than-light” transporter beam
Danger ... passion overload, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna blow pure crystal dilithium,
and there ain't a single symbiotic soul to repair the hole
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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