I couldn't solve the problems of the world, so i became an artist.
There's nothing i could do
i would say in the meantime
secretly reading on the mixtures of words
concoctions for success
i would call them
to those who prodded
those who would inadvertly help me
discover adamantium
or crystalline cryptonite
super man
i would call out
how can i see you
in those bright pants
that shame any man
who wears to touch
dithe
sniver
thsuck
hiss
prod
engulf
tare
shrivel under his weight hard as rock
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