Donald is in
the chair,
in the Captain’s
seat, making it so
by his pants
in his pants,
he is panting,
‘This is very much
the way to go
so make it so.’
He chants and
he fills his pants,
‘I know words,
I know the best words,
to boldly go
so make it so.’
Donald is in
his hair like
a tribble.
‘It is not fair’,
he pants,
‘To make this
compare.’
Donald dribbles,
‘Something bad
is happening
in this space.
Space is a shithole.’
Donald grabs
for an idea,
a tremendous idea
for winning space,
‘There are certain things
men must do
to remain men.’
Donald grabs at
his pants
her pants.
Donald is in
the chair,
in the Captain’s
seat, making it so.
Mike Ferguson
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