Morning Surprise Attack

by Richard Tornello

The orders had been given
"from afar to close in."
The chain of command unbroken,
down the line been spoken
all hands on deck!

Hear the bosons' whistle shrill.

She, to the rest of the attacking fleet:
"Take no prisoners,
no quarter to be given.
This is not a drill!
Load the photon torpedoes.
Lock and fire at will."

Hear the bosons' whistle shrill.

In my cubical of living, my 2200 square feet,
a mansion in space, some would call it,
I, this god forsaken place.
My morning ablutions, I stick to my resolutions.
It's quiet, it's calm no reason to be alarmed
No reason to hurry
just the hum of the machinery
as we, in space's infinity
blindly fly on.

What's all this? Massive shock to the system
Direct hits to the nerve center!
I'm blinded! Crippled! can't see a damned thing.

I know it's torpedoes, I experienced it and lived.
Everything's a glow, a sneak attack,
such a low blow.
And to my mate I state:
"The bathroom lights, turn them down
I can't see, I'm shaving, you want blood on the floor?"