1st Place in Derby #346: On The Grid, with 308 votes!

O Captain! My Captain! our ongoing mission is done;
The ship has weather'd every plot, the Romulan war is won;
The end is near, this show so dear, the proton torpedoes shot,
We've replicated a final meal, the tea so grey and hot:
But O light! light! light! light! 
Not five as they said,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Living a lifetime in his head.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the yells;
Rise up—for you the Union Jack is flung—for you the Ressikan flute trills;
For you energy ribbon'd wreaths—for you the Borg's a-coming;
For you they call, Locutus, their cyborg faces turning;
Here captain! dear Jean-Luc!
The pips beneath his head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've gone through again and again.
My Captain does not answer, the phaser set to kill;
Jean-Luc does not make it so, no impulse power nor will;
The ship is split, saucer and drive, its voyage closed and done;
From warp-10 trip, Galaxy-Class ship, seventeen-oh-one;
Exult, O spin-offs, and ring, O reboots!
But I, too old for new tricks,
Watch the show my Captain plies,
Streaming on Netflix.

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