Spider Man Poem by Laurence Overmire

He keeps his ego in the garage
And pampers it with the utmost attention.
Sometimes, on a lazy afternoon
He wheels it onto the driveway to impress the chicks.
They hop in, go for a ride and
Get turned on by the magnitude of its power.
The seductive smell of the leather interior
Is so intoxicating
They often consent to a little action in the back seat.
It isn’t until he gets out and stands in the broad light of day
That they realize what a jerk he is.

But by then it’s too late.


(Previously published in Sensitive Poetry, Nov.1999)