Chapter 3: CollideCH.3
Devin returned to his ship, taking off his cloak and hanging it in his quarters before going to the cockpit, nodding to his Assassin-pilot droid GR-18 to start up the Consular model ship, his pride and joy. He sat in his seat; setting the coordinates and waiting to take off for Yavin V, a long journey even with lightspeed. His two pilots started up the ship and sat back, the thinner one speaking first as they began flying the ship off-world. Gossip was a rare occasion for the men, but this time he was really curious.
“Ever wonder whether he’s got…a wife or something?” the second frowned, confused.
“Who?” The younger pilot jerked his head towards Devin, the elder chuckling. “I doubt he does. He’s been runnin’ around space for as long as I’ve been with him and I’ve never seen him with a girl. Ever.”
“Do you think he’s even got feelings? I
American DreamsAmerican Dreams.
A girl who dreams to sing before a crowd of millions
A boy who wishes to be an MVP
The father who struggles to survive the year
The mother who can’t serve dinner to those dear.
Families falling beneath taxes and foreclosure
As families purchase another yacht for their daughter’s birthday
Children in cardboard boxes or children in 90x90 bedrooms of gold
Teenage girls with their hair straightened to perfect Hell
Face s plastered with makeup to clog the pores of natural beauty
Just to impress the hormonal and temporary thrill of a boy,
A boy who pretends to be a man,
Trying and trying to maintain the abs and muscles
Against the futility of time as they give way to the gut of sedentary work
Behind the counters of our legacy.
Fast Food, TV Dinners and pornography of every kind sitting in the laps
Of the children of our generation
Fresh from the loins of a teenage girl with
An appitite for adventure and thrill.
The father gone like the breath of bath salts and me