[dogscoff]

Had to get in on this one...

From chill space above
floods brimming plasma downward.
A colony dies.

They're not so loyal,
your brave space-faring pilots.
Crew insurrection.

Your coloniser
for my worthless two escorts.
Unequal exchange?

Now scrap metal are
your fierce shield generators.
Phased polaron Beam.

TCP/IP
is awaited by many
but I play by mail.

Suicide Junkie
with eye patch and parrot made
Pirates and Nomads.

With ewok-like tricks,
a meek primitive species
defends 'gainst your troops.

A thousand warships
miss your cloaked star destroyer.
You sneaky bastard.

I can't understand
your political logic
my murderous friend.

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"Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"Uh, I think so, Brain, but balancing a family and a career ... oooh, it's all too much for me. "