The Take Down

by m.s.wardrip

The Take Down

By m.s.wardrip

Superman got punched in the nose,

Superman got up to fly,

Other Supermen flocked in,

Like Elvis impersonators.

Coconuts for balls,

Kryptonite for lethal injections,

A comedian who says it’s not funny,

I’m a politician in it for the money.

Space smells like burnt iron,

A galactic steel mill,

I get mine from a China man,

You get yours from a pill.

Superman, my rear,

Can’t even overcome fear?

Boot, cape and leotard,

Does not make one bullet, plane or bird.

It’s the flying that matters,

Not the money passed around,

Superman is in the sky,

Not in a phone booth on the ground.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.