The Captain

My hands are little spiders
That crawl and spin and make
Their dexterity is astounding
As I watch the two create

And from those spiders and spinerettes
My arms are cog-like creatures
A wheel attached to rubber bands
With bend-and-pull-like features

Meanwhile just down below
My legs and feet work hard
With metal crutch after metal crutch
They steer me like a car

My chest is like a metal box
With gears and bolts just turning
My lungs pump steam and oil too
While my heart's furnace is burning

And here I sit inside my head
The wooden skull-like tower
Watching over my machine
With control and all the power

A knob turns all my lenses off
A lever makes me kick
A button turns my spiders on
A dial makes me spit

A swivel chair is where I sit
With advisers at my side
Good and Evil are their names
They're two amazing guys

Once in every while now
My heart falls into "Love"
The fire burns and melts my steel
And smoke leaks far above

The writers in my Logic Staff
Will sometimes choke and die
And if my team's not quick to act
Our workers will all fry

We release a river down the neck
With chemicals called "Reason"
And keep the fire in control
To keep our men all breathing

Once in every while now
My crew complains of cold
They work all day and work all night
All doing what they're told

The artists in my "Creative" Staff
Will sometimes beg and cry
And if my team's not quick to act
Their freezing souls will die

We release a flooding gasoline
Down the neck called "Passion"
It ignites the furnace of the heart
And lights a new flame blasting

My job is tough but quite enough
To make it all worthwhile
I'll see this ship through every step
And every way-worth mile

I'll steer us starboard and follow route
I'll make my dreams all happen
I'll command this ship until it sinks
I'll be this ship's best Captain.