Oh Captain! My Captain! (reprise)

I got bored so I wrote an updated version of this poem - appropriately dedicated to the president who identifies himself with Abraham Lincoln.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip has begun;
The ship has weather’d another crack, the prize we sought is gone;
The port in fear, the screams I hear, the people all enduring,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and drowning:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops from lead,
Where on the ship my Captain lies,
Resting in his bed.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the tells;
Rise up — for you the flag is hung — for you the bugle shrills;
For you - flame and pitched forks — for you the shores a drowning;
For you they call, the sullen masses, their faces turning flaccid;
Here Captain! dear step-father!
This pillow beneath your head;
While in this nightmare on the deck,
You're Still Resting in Your Bed.


My Captain refuses to answer, his lips are pale and blue;
This impostor does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is sinking in the sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the vicious ship, sinks down with object gone;
Cry, O shores, and screams, the yells!
But I, with revealing tread,
Cling the deck; My Captain lied!
He Abandoned Ship last Wed.