The second poem is a Star Wars themed paradoy of Whitman's "Oh Captain!My Captain" . Couldn't help myself.
Lord Vader! Lord Vader! The Falcon is gone;
We have scanned each rock ,yet our prize we have not
The cloud city is near, their leader I hear, overflows with an Imperial Fear,
Where Captain Solo seeks friendly port, he’ll instead be met by a corrupted cohort
But O heart! heart! heart!
Jabba the Hutt has no heart!
So my Lord in a carbonite casket
We shall deliver the captain
Fallen cold but not dead.
Lord Vader! Lord Vader! Young Skywalker shall fall,
Arriving- for you , His X-wing has come, as expected alone as one,
For you Lord the trap has been readied, and lured will be Skywalker, slow and steady,
For him his captured companions will call, and with our elaborate snare he will end up in the
Carbonite lair
Lord Vader! Lord Vader!
This button push beneath you
And in icy cement on Lando’s deck
Will Palpetine’s trophy lay
Fallen cold but not dead
Lord Vader does not answer, the silence settles like some pale stillness through the ship
Lord Vader is not harmed, though he did re-arrange Luke Skywalker’s right arm.
Aboard the ship the storm troopers come and go speaking of Michelangelo
From fearful trip, and the dark lord’s lethal force grip,
Admiral Piett follows in silent tread
For Lord Vader was pretty pissed that he did make Skywalker dead
Yes, yes good. :)
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