A comic-book existence
Your life. All
hard lines and
vibrant colors
Skillfully drawn,
brilliantly executed.
No muted, pastel offerings
for you- you are:
fully three-dimensional
Colors so bright it hurts
the back of the eyes
to look upon them.
You applied for the job of
Saving Our Lives-
and why not?
Just look at you:
supremely perfect in
every way.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid
that just won't do-
no, not at all- not here.
You see, around here we
prefer our superheroes-
-flawed.
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