Mounting sieges,
rescuing damsels,
and slaying dragons
as just part of another day's work,
her characters fought Borg to the death,
then ate a hearty breakfast.
My characters
slipped in and out of traffic,
looking to stop for gas,
and wondering where Borg bought spare parts.
She lived a life of withering self-discipline
while I pondered
whether she had
counted the donuts
before she went out to get the mail.
And if she hadn't,
could I get one out of the box and wrapper,
eat it,
swallow it,
throw away the wrapper,
and get my innocence going again before she returned?
And was it worth the risk of getting caught?
Probably.
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