The Take Down

steve wardrip
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readFeb 17, 2016

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.

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steve wardrip
Poets Unlimited

Writer of Rumors, Gossip, Lies and Dreams — Poet, Scallywag, Whippersnapper and Galactic Co-Pilot