Our favorite Vulcan, he's the man,
His death-like palor, he needs a tan,
His pointy ears, like an elf,
He keeps on going, in good health.
He's strong and sturdy, like a rock
That's why we love you, Mr. Spock.
In the Pilot, you helped Captain Pike
escape the Talosians, what a plight,
But eventually he returned,
After he got really burned,
So you took him back, ad hoc,
That's why we love you, Mr. Spock.
When Kirk got split, you helped a lot,
By tracking down his other part.
You guys found him in engineering,
So you pinched his neck, how endearing,
And sure enough, he went limp as a sock.
That's why we love you, Mr. Spock.
So overall, you're a great guy.
It is with sadness, and a sigh,
that we leave you now, out of guilt,
we were caught taking pictures of Scotty's kilt
We're in the brig, under key and lock.
But we love you, Mr. Spock.
Many flowers are soft to the eye.
But to see delicate beauty,
You must see the one among many.
A lone jewel is more beautiful
Than a myriad, For it is when you see
The lone gemstone, the fine beauty
Of it's intricate face shines out,
And declares to you it's grace.
Many flowers, are beautiful, indeed,
But the ones I prefer,
Are the ones you can really see.
I stare down, deep inside myself.
I stare down, miles off the ledge.
I stare in, such darkness.
I look back, so much fear.
I stare down, praying for light.
I fall.
It just kinda hits you from within.
It just sucks on your heart,
Steals your energy and life.
It'll sneak up on you real good
And tell you it's pointless.
Nothing's ever worth it
It's like a case of massive boredom.
Oh, I know I'm funny, and I write well
But this time, tonight, It isn't a case
Of low self-esteem. I've got no power
Nothing seems interesting,
Don't want to do this, or that
It's just one big gray mass. All I want
Is to sit there feel sorry for myself
The only good I feel is the happy fact
Eventually, it'll be over with
It'll be back to normal. But it will return
And when it does, what color will I
Be wearing? Black, grey, or white?
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