Space, the final frontier.
Engines at the ready.
The captain surges
forward in his seat,
clutching the leather armrests.
The dreaded red suit is donned.
Kiss your wife and life goodbye.
The crew steps onto a planet unknown
The episode draws to a close.
A life must be sacrificed; it’s for dramatic effect.
“The reds never live.”
(unless you’re Picard)
Or that’s what they say
Just a watchman and guard,
only a throw-away extra.
A sub-human with no worth.
phaser noise
Funny
I’m already dead
Authors Note: Two anniversaries in one! This is my first poem and 
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