(from the New York Times obituary)
I never liked him much because his logic was intense.
For boys who play with spaceships, it did not make any sense.
Cold reason isn’t something that a boy appreciates;
Such acumen is foreign and it soon evaporates.
No, if you zoom through outer space you meet such wonders there
That there is no time for calculations or despair.
Just thrills and cool technology; green monsters and death rays –
These are what made boyhood such extraordinary days.
But Spock was like a parent, scolding crewmen to behave.
He was an algorithm that could walk and talk and shave.
I wouldn’t call him flawed, and yet I wouldn’t call him right.
His logic could not save him from the grave’s eternal night.