The Captain Of The Universe Poem by Barry Middleton

The Captain of the Universe
is out there building stars.
And looking down he may not like
Senatorial cigars.

Up in Washington DC,
all they do is fight.
The world is cracked just like and egg.
Seems they should set things right.

I wonder what the Captain thinks,
and I can take a guess.
He's building stars to start anew,
one way to fix this mess.

They say He's gone this way before.
He had to roll the dice,
wipe the slate, begin again,
commencing with the mice!