Word Perfect- creating the machine
idle- a dead bird...
An SS league verse of the week.No shit, enjoy.
Prologue
its mankind's gift to traverse the earth's surface
but i acquired an ability to render that gift worthless
The Story
i never saw the ambush coming, it was calculated carefully
they were prepared for me, a group of thugs stood glaringly
the leader was a monster karmically, i was seeing his ex
he was a rapist, a torturer, seethingly vexed
told his friends to hold my arms and took a run up
trying to fuck my nuts up, take a blade to my chest and cut up
there was nothing i could do, so my eyes, i screwed shut
visualised a different place away from these apes with crew cuts
then it happened, a blur of light, sound and shifting shapes
the world morphing like listless drapes, violent shit could wait
my vision cleared and i realised i'd been transported
back to my house, 5 miles away, my enemies plan thwarted
i had to touch the walls, test out the texture of floorboards
i couldn't believe it, this was revelation, a treasure hoard
i'd been blessed, saved from wrath by mysterious circumstance
so i tried my luck again and tried to advance
my eyelids dropped, cleared my mind of thoughts of tropical beaches
and visualised an alien planet on the universes outer reaches
the light closed in again surrounding my body oddly
and just for a laugh as i vanished i cried...
"beam me up scotty!"