beam me up Scotty
beam me up Scotty
I can't get in reverse
we're heading for Nirvana
or maybe somewhere worse
just get me off this planet
we're orbiting too fast
whizzing round in circles
running out of gas
the Angel of co-ordinates
alone behind the bar
broke it to him gently
the Starship's gone awa
now a lonesome voice comes driftin
from the tumbleweed salon
'can't you hear me Scotty
it's me just hanging on'
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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