Nine-Eighteen

A Poem by Trekkie

it's nine-eighteen in the morning
I am not afraid
eighteen divided by nine
is two
I am not afraid

life is like an apple
it sounds too good to be true
play a thousand games
and live only once
and this silver bullet you're offering me
(I am not afraid)
is my one last shot
(I am not afraid)
at redemption

and it's nine-eighteen in the morning
and we all know that it only takes
nineteen minutes to get
(I am not afraid)
revenge

eighteen divided by nine
is two
and I am not afraid
and it's nine-eighteen in the morning
and I am not afraid

© 2009 Trekkie

Author's Note

I actually wrote this at 9:18 in the morning.

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Added on February 2, 2009

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I'm a convoluted trekkie who spends too much time procrastinating. I can see the Northern Lights from my house in the winter and I've memorized startlingly large portions of King Henry IV, part one. more..