Walking down the street
In ordinary shoes
In an ordinary suit
He’s only superman
One among us
After a busy day saving lives
And pulling creation back
From the edge of anarchy
He steps into a pub
And what does he find
A lot of pie-eyed supermen
Staring back at him
Our superhero ran out
And wondered if he should
Reappear in his trademark undies
Bang my head against the door
Let some of the matter inside
Some on the outside fall
Like the hatori hanza splitting the ball
See to it that half in your court
half in mine it drops
when the talk is past
the mincing of words
prays pinudas lord
grant my head that
unless written on it be your name
onto the floor let that crown roll
and bang my head
against your chest
against the temper of your tender breast
Some knew by rote
Some got their goat
Taken at the gates
Not in the epic
It’s not about
those who missed
the chance to vote
and decide their fate
on a day
lazier than Sunday
for surely it
is civilization to
have a say
amongst your brood
and count for one
even if not for much else
and to be able to do it
without so much as
moving a muscle
in only a slight
interruption in rest
surely that is why
the greatest man is humble
why man is great
Kathy were I to marry you
I’d carry you off
i’d tarry not a second
for the high words
the solemn pledges
and the promises for
what is to come
I’d carry you off
To the summit
Of the highest mountain
And there
in the blinding snow
and the numbing cold
I’d share with you
the world below
and the world to come
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