"starship" poems
I want a swing
To sway between
The moon and the earth,
A hammock to lie
Between Canis
Major and minor,
Let me row a boat
One paddle
Through
The milky way,
Let me pedal
Across the galaxy
On a starship enterprise trike,
I want to race
A shooting star,
Whittle meteoroids
Into beautiful
Paper weights,
Surf the rings
Of Saturn,
And play
Laser tag amidst
All the space debris,
Let me be astronaut...
APAD13 010 - © okpoet
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
I wanna know
About all the places you've been to
I love to see
The woman you've grown into
It's like a mystical thing
How the past is in your skin
All those years of wisdom
And how you learned to let them in
I've gotta place
And it sings like an angel for you
Don't run away
Before I get the chance to explore you
I've seen seven things
Some say they're wonders
But if I could give them a name
They'd be love all the same
Have you flown
To every corner of this starship?
Together or alone
Either way, you've seen your hardships
They're painted in dreams
And stains on your seams
But your dress is in bloom
And smells of sweet perfume
There's talking to do
And I can learn every little secret
If not for you
I'd be sleeping with no one to dream it
Like silhouettes in starlight
Dancing to the song
That we make with stories
Unearthed all night long
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Write me better
Color me everything
Paint me neon and glow in the dark purple
Foolish me
Wasteful too
Trying again to not be blue
Force myself suggest you do too
But if we can't then redo redo...
Galaxy Angel Starship
Shikamaru Soloman
I can't name my cat
I can't do anything
Can't eat, just sleep
Dream of nothing and everything at once
Whats that?
You too?
In this circle of dust and dreaming blue?
I can't imagine without imagining you?
Calm, serene
Life to being, wife of me and
No stumbling or worrying
Just straight forward thinking
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Inside your little mouth, a crucifix and a hula hoop plant great capers on the short hash marks on your glossy pinkish lips. Like a boardgame I can't win all by myself or a song without a tune, like the melody that chases strangers, or any words that precede goodbye.
The future is coming quickly now, serfs lining up to set fire to their nostrils, take the cue ball and whet their mass wicks for the apostles. Anecdotal anomaly that J-walk over crosswalks whose life then becomes an apostrophe. Morbid fixture on the substrate, creatures limitlessly nodding. A grape-sized egg fills its own unit and erupts to shape the outlet. Your verb-legs may appear demonstratively while you crowd surf, we should play the music louder while we practice all our dance work.
Sunday morning we wake up stiffly, my jowl hurts from mouthing softwords, the nights' adventurous perversity of thwarting dinosaurs with Cobra Starship. Even the back room closet manager gave us enough bleach to see our eyelids, frothy nictitating flitters drop freshly severed lashes that inspire wishes and sultry playlists.
Consecrated mien market of company meals. Underneath the cable cars the dye blunders sores in my eyes. Said I had to go, said I had to die. Said I had an itch but I couldn't get in front of all of this and unwind. Between all of the bees and buttered flies he made it hard for us all to survive, or service this state of our lives. I recall schoolyards where children paid to their dimes for us to see the spaces in the middle of lines, the circles on the circles we liked, stuck in bubble baths with crayon all on their hands. For the price of staying alive I deliver a bribe to sway eyes from the crimes of street dwelling inner-city sinners with stomach contents' upsetted by the rough ********* of heavy petting. She eats red licorice rope with with my fingers rubbing on her tongue. A pedagogy I use to teach, but pretty much no longer have a use.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
I've written about desire
but I haven't written about those feelings
being fulfilled in a long while
to feel the heat of two united as one
to burn with passion after the sun falls and the moon rises.
to see a higher hunger, a new kind of wanting in their eyes.
Unable ti be hidden or disguised
like the starship enterprise
that's fulfillment in my eyes.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
It's a cool place to meet.
25 cent wings.
Nice, tiny booths
Lit by tiny electric lamps
In the guise of candles,
That give everything a nice, golden glow.
It's a Corona light,
And Corona-colored light always makes me feel
at ease.
She pulls up in a silver acura.
Gets out of the car and I can
see her ***
from the front of her
as she syrups over.
She’s got on a Black tanktop;
black bra straps showing
against white-pink
puerto rican skin
all while holding up those veritable C's.
Her hips burst against
a
long, beige
d
r
e
s
s,
and I'm wanting to slide my hands all the way up her shirt to that black bra, and snap it off.
We have conversations about feeling older than
eighteen
and twenty-one
respectively.
Our lips are saucy
and oily. Tiny chicken scraps
can be felt in our teeth.
"I just started reading Starship Troopers."
"Yea, I love that movie."
I've never seen the movie,
but it endears her to me
that she loves it.
"Do you have any plans?"
"Plans?"
"After college?"
I plan on finishing my wings
before you, then I'm hoping
you'll let me hold your ****
"Not yet."
"You know I've read some of your poetry."
"What do you think?"
"I like it," She smirks,
uncomfortably.
She ladles a wing in a slick of sauce.
"Truthfully, it was too much for me,
you really shouldn't talk about things like that."
She brings the wing
to her lips
and smacks it down
with a loud ******* noise
of a working, pink tongue.
I’ve wanted to hold her **** ever since I met her.
Now I’m lost.
Because she’s got black eyes
and I’m not even thinking about her **** or her bra.
I start thinking about how white her teeth are,
and how much two people can never know about each other.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:15 AM UTC
PARTY PARTY PARTY
THE MUSIC IS SWEET, AND VERY VERY COOL
YA SEE IT'S VEG OUT MUSIC TRUE AND TRUE
STARSHIPS ARE MEANT TO FLY
SO HIGH TO TOUCH THE SKY
**** ALL YA WANT **** ALL YA LIKE
AND WE PARTY WITH THIS MUSIC CAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY COOL
OH YEAH, SHAKE YOUR THANG BUDDY
SHAKE IT ****** RIGHT
SHAKE IT IN THE MORNING, AND INTO THE NIGHT
PARTY, UP AND PARTY DOWN
YEAH SHOW EACH SQUAREHEAD WHO LETS OUT A FROWN
THEN TAKE THIS MUSIC TO THE DANCEFLOOR
AND GET A BOURBON AND COKE, AND ***** AND SCOTCH
YEAH THIS SOUNDS REALLY RAD
PARTY PARTY PARTY
INTO COSMIC DREAMING, YEAH MATE YEAH
COME ON MEN TRY AND STEAL MY BEER
I THINK YOU CAN OPEN THE LID BY USING YA EAR
COME ON PARTY PEOPLE TRY A NICE COLD BEER
THEN HEAD DOWN TO THE FAMOUS NIGHT CLUB
HEAR THE BIG BAND SINGING THE XM,AS CAROL
RUPPA PUM PUM
COME THEY TOLD ME, YOU ARE THE OLD ME, STUPID VOICE OF OLD MATE
THE OLD ME, PLAYING COOL FOR MY FATHER, LIKE A DRINKING BOOZING
YOUNG DUDE DOES
I BIT THE TOP OF THE COKE CAN, MAN
AS I HEARD STARSHIPS FLYING IN THE SKY
I YELLED BRIAN, MAKES STARSHIPS REALLY FLY, OH YEAH
SO MUCH, IN FACT THEY'LL HIT THE SKY
BRIAN HAS THE POWER TO LIFT UP A STARSHIP NOW
THEN I SANG THE WORDS OH YEAH, BOW BOW
PARTY PARTY PARTY
I DRINK A COCA COLA SO STRAIGHT
CAUSE ALCOHOL DIDN'T WORK FOR ME
I KNOW I COULD'VE SAID NO, BUT IF I SAID NO
I WOULDN'T KNOWN IF THEY WERE BAD FOR ME, NOW WOULD I
I PARTY PARTY PARTY THROUGH THE STREETS OF CANBERRA TOWN
OH CANBERRA TOWN IN SUMMER IS VERY HUMID
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, CAN CHANGE THE WEATHER
WHEN ONE MINUTE IT'S HUMID THE NEXT IT'S ICE COLD RAIN
AND THIS RAIN ONLY LASTS 5 MINUTES AND IT'S ****** HUMID AGAIN
OH YEAH CANBERRA TOWN, WILL STAY HOT IN JANUARY AND FEBRUARY
OH YEAH WE ALL FEEL LIKE A COLD DRINK IT'S SO FUN
TO PARTY IN THE HEAT OF CANBERRA TOWN
AND WE'LL PARTY PARTY PARTY ALL YEAR LONG
HAVE A NICE COLD BEER TO MY GREAT MATE BRIAN
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14.
She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence.
She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that.
Too soon though—the disco’s coming to town—the world’s coming for her. It’s the same for all of us, I suppose, but in Lisa and my cases, covid shut it all down.
It’s a rite of passage—the shoes, the bodycon dresses and the makeup. Those carry negative connotations, I get it, but there’s an excitement too, about finally getting to dress like an adult—a woman—in one of those bodycon, cut-out dresses.
I know the pressures on women and their bodies, but at her age, it's not all stress, cattiness and comparisons—it’s just innocent teen fun. She and her posse can take hours just dressing and doing their make-up—together. It’s probably the best part of their night.
Leeza’s dad (Michael) saw the little group of teens, all dolled-up and launched, like a SpaceX Starship. Pacing the living room, he quietly opined to Karen (her mom), “I don’t want her going out dressed like that.”
Karen was right there with him to cool things down, “No, *** at her age, it’s about self-expression, learning and girl bonding—these connections are really important in the girl-world.”
I’m not worried about Leeza’s physical safety. These girls are watched over and gently curated. Their every movement is orchestrated and security escorted—hell, Hamas couldn’t get to them—much less some gropey boy.
There’s just this new awareness these days of how unhappy some people are—and a lot of them are teen girls. I wouldn’t want to see Leeza mired in the sad, brain-draining social media pressure and self-esteem traps.
Teenhood is scary—I was feelin’ positively parental.
Then I looked at Lisa, and I was reminded that they’ve done all this before, and she has a big-sister, role-model too.
.
.
Songs for this:
Good Time Girl (feat. Charlie Barker) by Sofi Tukker
Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
Inside your little mouth, a crucifix and a hula hoop plant great capers on the short hash marks on your glossy pinkish lips. Like a boardgame I can't win all by myself or a song without a tune, like the melody that chases strangers, or any words that precede goodbye.
The future is coming quickly now, serfs lining up to set fire to their nostrils, take the cue ball and whet their mass wicks for the apostles. Anecdotal anomaly that J-walk over crosswalks whose life then becomes an apostrophe. Morbid fixture on the substrate, creatures limitlessly nodding. A grape-sized egg fills its own unit and erupts to shape the outlet. Your verb-legs may appear demonstratively while you crowd surf, we should play the music louder while we practice all our dance work.
Sunday morning we wake up stiffly, my jowl hurts from mouthing softwords, the nights' adventurous perversity of thwarting dinosaurs with Cobra Starship. Even the back room closet manager gave us enough bleach to see our eyelids, frothy nictitating flitters drop freshly severed lashes that inspire wishes and sultry playlists.
Consecrated mien market of company meals. Underneath the cable cars the dye blunders sores in my eyes. Said I had to go, said I had to die. Said I had an itch but I couldn't get in front of all of this and unwind. Between all of the bees and buttered flies he made it hard for us all to survive, or service this state of our lives. I recall schoolyards where children paid to their dimes for us to see the spaces in the middle of lines, the circles on the circles we liked, stuck in bubble baths with crayon all on their hands. For the price of staying alive I deliver a bribe to sway eyes from the crimes of street dwelling inner-city sinners with stomach contents' upsetted by the rough ********* of heavy petting. She eats red licorice rope with
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Gave of salacious self, your just due
My one and only dream I wanted to come true
Earthbound after a meteorite crash
Healing properties within this castaway shall come to pass
Wings has been tenderly clipped
The aftermath of a silent emotional eclipse
Walking, running, and soaring, keep flapping but slowly slipping
Heartbeat dipping, ripping
Slowly suffocating as I’m contemplating
Feelings keep overruling, dominating
Restless from stagnation
Mental searching for relocation
Suspended, spent, recessed from the relent
In the hunt for a pleasurable escape to soar to the sky
No questions no earthly whys
A Galactic Dream Weaver
Da Vinci Code, I’m picking up my telephone receiver
The Holy Grail secrets for my mind to set sail
The marooned answers found in life’s details
Standing in vain, waiting for a starship from a cosmic believer
No expressive deceivers
My Mazda 5, an Uber, or a Lyft driver can’t get me up there
Without restraints, I need to inhale celestial air
Showered by a beautiful spiritual given rainbow
Sentiments offered from a treasured chest as they stream when they softly flow
A Gordian knot devoid of hope, a beanstalk, for me, too slow
Something one must know
As your presence comes to offer me a sweet riding tow
Spirit is now on the run
Trying to astral plane beyond the sun
I need to glance down from the stars
Up and beyond, emotions, mistakes seem so miniscule and far
The beginning, the ending, where I descended
The integrity of a tattered angel, a cocoon of self, until my cerebral cortex is Heavenly mended
As my earthly presence blends within
Keeping a rein on life’s sins
I do not know if my salsa dance has come to an end
The absence of loss as emotions reflect to bend
Does time ever remain the same
Please don’t forget my name
On the contrary
For the love given from a twinkling star, and a kiss from an earthbound fairy
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
*galaxies for your eyes, stars for your lips;
o starship, I'll blast off to the galaxies, and let gravity sweep me off my feet
o starship, I'll brush lightly by the radiance of the stars, and I'll find the crescent of the moon*
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
My mother said we were different.
Round peg, square hole,
but you still put your red peg right through my chest
as my heart was the minefield where you and me played battleships
till we sank into moonlight on a blanket in
your yard smoking cigarettes.
That blanket was my starship and your yard my volcano
as I couldn't be less square than
the night I said I love you, I love you.
That night you manoeuvred my body
like you had a map of my soul engraved
in the palm of your hand,
crafting me into stanzas with rhythm
even Shakespeare could not teach.
My syllabic speech echoing your rhyme
as you read between my lines
that were no longer straight.
My mother said we were different.
That we didn't fit, that I didn't fit in.
That love is not a feeling
but is a bicycle you learn to ride.
That true love is something to hide
at the bottom of your closet for
no one else to find.
No, closets are for clothes and bicycles for forests
as love is falling into dirt with your mouth wide open.
It is dancing naked to Nirvana at 3am
Screaming come as you are.
Please, come as you are.
I will never change your shape so that you fit me,
and I will never erase the lines that make you frown
or make you smile.
My mother said we were different.
Geometry was never my thing.
Thats just the way I am.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
I was matched to a warship
to the pride of the known galaxy
and with dynamical order
I claimed worship of my starship
Tending her, I made her mine
she had waited for me in time
just for me, she called to me
me the last captain of time after time
She is the last of a incredible fleet
the vow of gods beyond the stars
this dream of the imperial order
by her command.. I mean to see it through
I matter not or what
I am just her warship
and in pure worship
by love bound to my starship
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
she gave me white light
it looks like a light sword
making numerous echo in space
I did not ask for what ...I know
no ornamental word would do
futile definitions
flashy ads
waste of breath
15 minutes of clutter
15 minutes of fame
15 minutes of a life
yep Warhol was right
empty containers
to be filled up
to create -fillers
a byproduct of ego
of a selfless time
oh what an an illusion
I live in sometime
not knowing media as the bird's call
true technology is my received gift
with me inside or you
is there a difference?
we are all embodiment
carrier of the code
essence of eternal
not to hurry though
not to resist
resist resists the self just
I cannot trespass the chanting
I shall not think to try
thinking is my only sin
why do we fight?
mo and mu were the same guy
two incarnations in one or three
born at different times
their writers failed just
the difference definer
yes definer and not the creator
'create' remains holy
with a spirit – like words with
spirit-
running memory
activated by sound maybe
the difference definer sets bricks
of flamboyance
en route escape to escape lifetimes
invites the endless cycle of fight
could fray be for peace
and not by cowardice?
fear is my only sin
born from ignorance
of self
as in my- as in your-
not a portmanteau but
an affix by nature
so there is no difference
let fray be for peace
then A joker's viola
let it be a joke for
a joyous while
for a joyous halftime
you don't need do much really
if you can whistle once
under the golden sun
through your belly
somewhere in a cool place
selfless illusion fades
there is nothing else
no book could describe
as such
I have crossed libraries
with my starship
but the source light
not bound to time so yes
for whatever it was
I closed my eyes
slowly learning to dance now
along its wings
it has more to tell then its aesthetics
we cross dimensions while
we perpetually make some
the reflection the waveform
in a little note we harmonize
my fingertips- carrier of a glow
I - the particle of light
we pass
and yes after each turn
there is a you to learn from
or I to be.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
My gut is in knots;
I feel agitated.
From space jumps? It’s not.
It’s more complicated...
Aboard our starship,
glances we’re stealing.
More than a friendship –
this simple feeling.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
My gleaming white constellation class Starship
(My ***** white Chrysler K car)
was out on patrol near the neutral zone
(I was driving back home from the bar)
It was then I received a distress call
(I urgently needed to ***
Some Klingons decloaked in proximity
(I sped past a cop car or three)
I called for more speed from the engine room!
(My transmission started to shake)
Klingons pursued in the neutral zone
(They motioned to me HIT THE BRAKE!)
“What seems to be the Tribble, Officer?”
I said to the humorless Gorn.
That Klingon impounded my vehicle
(They caught me exceeding Warp Nine)
If Kirk faced this “no Win” situation
He’d probably get off with a fine.
Dam Klingons!
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
And now the Cameras roll
Right now, it all ends
Ends to open another page of Survival Roll
All criteria thoroughly tends
It started like a fallacy from a courtship
Her parents ways, a clown to laugh over
Then, she was born to race over STARSHIP
Her dreams, she has only from, to the Tower
Many slumps, very many slopes
Obstacles of provoking attire that will make u purge
Or thoughts of the fact that many ways lead to Success Rope
Signature to the highest top she always forge
So many a night she lays to starve
With an Ocean of needs to **** she's got to serve
Boring lectures that summons all way home
Way, only way that leads to a future not necessarily tone
Now she's got it
Pains of countless hours have brought it
The happy faces she savored have got it
To be carried to the spot of stars she's beyond it
The sweats oF the start have turned Blood
Bloods of the first taste of hard-start have turned bones
The bones that refused to break carry this flesh that looks you
You are the victorious Victoria the trumpet should praise without due
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
MY FAVOURITE STAR TREK EPISODE
Here
in this constellation
of a kitchen
that exists
only in its own
long ago
I create
worlds
bravely going
where every boy
has gone before
the clothes horse
becoming my Starship Enterprise
clothes turn into
Klingons
the roar of the range
my engines
that "canna take it Capn'!"
the whistle of a kettle
enemy fire on my starboard bow
whilst in the other dimension
of an attic
my mother misses her step
as first one leg and
then another
crashes through
the ceiling
Warp Factor 9
plaster and debris
attacking my clothes horse Enterprise
as her yelp
of help
opens on
all channels
and me Da
quick as Mr. Spock
rescue her
just as
Star Trek
begins
on our little
black & white
T.V.
How...
...illogical?
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Don't let me go
O Capitan of the starship Viscera.
You have yet to see me
devolve into a pink salamander!
You have yet to see me
fall to my knees and beg for faith.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
The Starship
To collect their lord of time they came.
In brightly lit visual ships.
Lights rotating.
Blazing round Orion's Belt as they scooted on.
Descending almost stooping in a crescendo of multi-coloured flashes.
Simultaneous in rhythm.
Similar to ancestral craft.
Seen many times before.
In silent mission.
Concealed from humanity whose terror they had often felt.
In an illumination of oblivion soon to be.
This was their last attempt.
Tried to ****** the evil as they struggled with dark polluted air.
Rancid was the vile stench.
As if Earth was slowly rotting to her putrid core.
Night dispensed a shower of hypnotic dust.
Irritated all men's eyes.
Dust of hypnosis sent the world to sleep,
Eyes blighted by nightmares of things seen recently passed.
While inhabitants slept peacefully.
Their evilness was cleansed.
Another chance was given for the world to start again as friends.
At that moment their lord of time, he was collected.
Smiled a smile with dignity.
Forgave mortal man's stupidity.
And screeched give peace a chance.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
Understand that you are so much more
Than all you can think, than all you could explore
You're more than those doubts, more than your fears
More than the blemishes that scream in your eyes
I can promise you this,
We see so much more
We see your beauty, we see your promise
The light in your eyes behind the darkness
We know your future, we don't doubt it
You can be anything, we won't stop it!
Be a Starship Ranger or a Warbler!
Stay the person you intrinsically are
And to us you'll always be a star.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
A big one is coming our way
it's a class1 goliath
by the law of averages
it's going to be a close call
The risk is too great
so we have decided
to send two of our greatest warships
to alleviate another disaster
They will fly together
our sweet starship Pegasus
and starship Light And Glory
they are ordered to intercept and destroy
We pray for the brave crews
may they fulfill their task
my brother and sister of coverage courageous
will have success by the law of averages
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka SS NeonSolaris
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Ain’t seen you in ages
Let’s get married in vegas
Lunar phases, lunar ******
Space **** with a built in dongle
Stars at night super fast internet
Watch your favourite movie
Fastened onto a turbojet
Pornstars in your eyes
Scarlett Skies
Supermassive slack hole explicit
I’m just giving you sound bites, apéritif
Cosmic ****** if you must
Hot to the touch I’m growing up
While you’re looking down gasping
Hands clasping, rocket launch
Houston this missile is staunch
Better turn the lights off
Things are about to get ******
So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright
So now you’re full of rocket fuel
Engines ready isn’t ******** cool?
Deep space walking, space dazzle
Starship cougar from Newcastle
Tell me all your secrets
The ones that cause you hassle
Those stockings look nice
Northern tights
Blasting them off into unknown heights
Outside the atmosphere air is light
Unidentified arousal phenomena
Explore her Andromeda
The Milky Way sprayed on her front
I must be blunt, space passport scan
Tells star bureau I’m an OG spaceman
Space duty frees large Toblerone
Radiation sickness and no suntan
Cosmic ****** if you must
Light speed chat up lines
In stardust I’m gonna draw you signs
Baby can’t get enough of my ***
So I showed her in IMAX
Double ***** cokes with treble ******
Jelly legs.
So is it written in the stars?
Or do I need to text an explanation?
Your eyes are reflecting the light
Stars twinkling so bright
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo
Can we just take a moment
To admire the cosmos
With a cosmo.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
All of this just so happened
With the saying of one simple phrase
"Beam me up Scotty"
Was all The Captain had said
But all that came aboard
Was Captain Kirk's toupee
Never did they see James again
After that fateful day
Now Captain Kirk's toupee
Is the one that's running the ship
Barking out its orders
From where the Captain once sat
It's little wonder the toupee and the crew
Don't see eye to eye
As it continues throughout its screaming
Can't you see I need more warp drive
With Scotty hollering back
I'm giving her all that's she's got
Thinking the whole time the Captain's toupee
Would make a good galley mop
Spock while all this is happening
Struggles to keep a straight face
Which is really hard for a Vulcan to do
When dealing with a demanding toupee
Of course like James T. Kirk
His toupee has a thing for alien gals
Which leaves the ladies throughout the galaxy
All with a bad taste and hair in their mouths
And not to mention the trouble with the Klingon's
Now they have no idea what to say
How in the world do you wage war
When your arch enemy is a bad toupee
It's little surprise this all lead to a mutiny
Of the Starship Enterprise crew
The day they grabbed the toupee
And ran to the transporter room
They all wondered what took them so long
The idea it was so blatantly simple
As they beamed away Kirk's toupee
Down to the surface of the Planet of Tribble's
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
7,000 's gipsy's swung together
and hijacked that starship
and it gave it music and dreams
even though it was ones self
have you seen the star's tonight
and are you not surprised by
the wasted light years
which now we call our own
so move your mind and come with me and ride
into a space sHip past Mars.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC