The Borg

The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed. He opened the eyes of his wired covered head… and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind wondering if he knows who I am… To pick a brane that waves to man is to ride inside the soul of a woman. He opened the door to my forbiddens… He fondled my unmentionables ....and found my hiddens. A trail he left like a beast in my beauty I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly ”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….” Remember the day when I was wired too? Since then there’s been a change I have remote control right over a range Of infinity… oh! Collective memory? Strange arrangement of destiny? I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;) Do you know where you are?