Warp

my husband the dictator
he ruled the household
with the remote
We were forced to watch
Star Treck.. the original
on a loop.
(little did he know I had
the hots for William Shatner..
one inkling and I, would have
been shot!)  
Life. but not as we know it.
and no one can intervene
in your imediate galaxy domestic autonomy
if aliens did make contact..
he has phasers ready on stun
our lonely planet continued
to spin.. whilst he held on.I searched for another enterprise..
thinking employment would set me free..
But it didn't.. he was still captain
telling me what where when and how
to be me..
Whilst clingons grasped the starboard bough I sallied forth in the endeavour to preserve life..
he just laughed in the face of adversity.. laughed at his wife.
if you toil for long enough in drudgery it becomes the norm, like pavlofs dogs I began to salivate at his next conform...
After the twenty years war he left
the ship.. in a shuttle with the first officer. Lieutenant Uruleher..
He found another to play his games, 
for weeks I was in isolation..
until I realised this isolation
was the identical isolation
I had known for twenty years..
the difference was.. I owned it..!
it's now been sixteen years since
he took up his new position,
yet he still tries to make contact
with his past..
that life form doesn't exist anymore..
it's dead.. and in its place is
Mrs Borg.. I will assimilate you..