Star Struck

You best not mess with me
Or I’ll mash you for meat
I will back slap yo’ face
Push you outta this space
I will burn through you like a laser
Science fiction beating you must get
I’ll be Star Trekking all over you
Mashing up yo’ galaxy, yo' milky way,
Wrecking events in yo’ horizon
It gone be a Star War Trilogy son,
A Challenger explosion
Scientific commotion...
Disappear like the Fourteen-hundred
To where no man has gone before
So you best not mess with me son,
Or I’ll mash you for meat, and eat!

(c) Tyrone Terrence 2008