Jim reflects on each sordid, memorable alien affair he's ever had...in a most, unapolgectic, graphicly humorous way. Could be interpreted, really as either Abrams OR TOS OR even MU Kirk, LOL. They're all whores and they know it!! LOL jk.

Just read it, I promise it'll make you laugh. And isn't that what we all want? A little laughter? A little alien sexcapading is perfect for that!

This is, in fact...a response to Fugitive's response to my previous response to a response from a reader on a poem in which I said 'not in the way of exact iambic pentameter' Well...fuck you, then, here it is!!!

A few days ago I wrote a sad poem (The Heart That Used to Dance) around Jim's reaction to Spock's indifference in that first scene between them in TMP. THIS poem is the happy follow up which takes place during 'that moment' in TMP, when Spock is in Sickbay.

(Now, appropriately formatted. Thank you, Dahliaxat for point that out).

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I blame this on Fugitive, because what should have been a simple jest somehow manifested into a facebook war (more like a devolution of sorts) the context of which is typically only reserved for conversation and giggles between thirteen year old boys.

A Poem.

You know you're curious. You're reading this summary and thinking to yourself...I probably shouldn't...I shouldn't encourage this type of unseemly behavior and yet...it could be worth it...If I never read this poem, I'll never really know the depth of Pamdizzle's depravity, and you *do* want to know...yes, yes you do. You want to read it. You want to read it and then you want to leave a review and call that crazy wench on her outlandish behavior. You're going to read it. You've decided. You *have* to read it. You can't help it, you don't even like poetry...but you...have...to...know...It's okay...just a little peek...just one...no one will judge you...I promise...

*Pic, courtesy of Spock2u helping me to embed it. :P