Superman Caves In
Sometimes I arrive at work trim and dapper in my dark blue suit, other times I fly thru the sky at mid-day snatching planes from their flight pattern, but now and then I become disheartened (yes, me, man of steel who has no use for gravity) and take the bus to work, still in my pajamas, my sad cape from another planet hanging limp down my back, and that’s when children jeer and women look away.
Women want a lover who can bend their will like taffy, and kids want a role model they can–look! Up in the sky! It’s Superman!
No one wants a super hero with a weak spot.
Such is the lot of a lost child from Krypton.
