Skeletal-Chic
April 15th, 2010, 05:03 PM
This poem is about a Superman disillusioned with trying to save the ingrates who inhabit the world.
Looking out over a city of steel,
the Man of Wonder stirs in bed.
A female arm draped across his chest;
tossed aside as he grips his reeling head.
He looks across at the red headed tart,
Some bitch he picked up on the street.
The cloth between them still sticky from passion;
Her thighs leaking His seed on the sheet.
He pushes her aside and rises,
Naked in the cold, bitter, morning light.
His body, his beer gut and hairy crotch;
Patting his chest he murmurs "Shit I'm loosing the fight."
Putting his forehead to the cold glass,
He looks over "his" city, his slice of earth.
The reflections in the glass stinging his eyes;
the golden emblem and whore priced more than her worth.
Turning to pull on his uniform and cape,
Once again the big blue boy-scout.
The slut moans and stirs in her intoxicated daze;
our Man slams a fist to her face and walks out.
Looking out over a city of steel,
the Man of Wonder stirs in bed.
A female arm draped across his chest;
tossed aside as he grips his reeling head.
He looks across at the red headed tart,
Some bitch he picked up on the street.
The cloth between them still sticky from passion;
Her thighs leaking His seed on the sheet.
He pushes her aside and rises,
Naked in the cold, bitter, morning light.
His body, his beer gut and hairy crotch;
Patting his chest he murmurs "Shit I'm loosing the fight."
Putting his forehead to the cold glass,
He looks over "his" city, his slice of earth.
The reflections in the glass stinging his eyes;
the golden emblem and whore priced more than her worth.
Turning to pull on his uniform and cape,
Once again the big blue boy-scout.
The slut moans and stirs in her intoxicated daze;
our Man slams a fist to her face and walks out.