DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The poem is the creation and property of Good Twin/Evil Twin and is copyright (c) 2002 by Good Twin/Evil.
I AM GOING TO CHANGE MY NAME --
THE TALE OF A FRUSTRATED VULCAN
If I hear someone else call my name one more time today, I going to do as the humans do say and scream. I am so sick of all of you.
What do you want from me? Can't you see that I am busy? Why don't you leave me alone? I don't have time for you today. Can't you get that information yourself? Am I the only one the only one aboard this blasted ship that knows how to do anything around here? I have enough on my plate without you adding to it.
When they passed out brains did you think they said rain and went to get an umbrella? Didn't your mother teach you that it is rude to interrupt people? Can't you see that I have got only two hands? Haven't you heard of that expression I can only please one person at a time. Today, is not your day and tomorrow is looking too good either?
I am sick to death of you always bugging me. Why can't you use that pea-brain of yours and figure it out on your own for a change?
One of these days I am going to do just like I saw in one of those old holovids and go POW, RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
Then they will put me in the in an insane asylum, but I won't care. I will have gotten away from you.
GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!!!!!
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
The sound of a beeping noise above his head. Spock stirs sleepily. It is the intercom. Spock, here.
Yes, I'll be there momentarily on the bridge. Right away. Spock out.
He rises and goes to start his day.