“I realize that command does have its fascination, even under circumstances such as these, but I neither enjoy the idea of command nor am I frightened of it. It simply exists, and I will do whatever logically needs to be done.” (Spock in the original TV series.)
If the numbers run amok,
If I haven’t been elected,
Let me never think like Spock;
Let my power be protected.
May success be sweet, not sour;
Though I’m down, may I come up –
Overflow my empty cup!
I will lead, a lucky loser,
I will be the sap to trust,
Though I’ve been a last chance boozer,
Though I’m bankrupt, and I’m bust.
Illogical, did someone claim?
Beam me up please, Georgie O!
Though I’ll fail, I’ll win the game,
Lose more seats but Go Man Go.
Though I’m dead, I’ll be alive –
No need to be sad or sulk and
Always vital to survive.
I’m the thinking Tory’s Vulcan.
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