I’ll Take the SuperFriends Any Day
It’s un-American to not love
mutant spiders, especially those
shaped like men. Mr. Parker
we sympathize when you cry
and wonder: are those tears
radioactive? OK, never come
to Toledo, you will lose your
charm walking between crimes.
There’s not much swinging
between ranch houses, trust me
I’ve tried. Besides, I want a super
hero with a bigger enemy than
depression. Hell, if a second class
poet can get a date, you should
be able to get laid. What happened
to the Russians or terrorists or bad
acting as crimes against humanity?
I need someone who can fly or run
faster than a pen can scribble. Give up
the red, white and blue tights and let
someone who deserves a job have yours.