Superman Poem by Charlie F. Kane

Superman



I want to be a Superman,
But I’m just a weed,
With string-bean arms
And a xylophone rib-cage,
I aint no Superman,
And this doesn’t please me.

I got to think of bills,
And beer tokens,
And going out with friends
When these poverty,
Terrorism and corruption,
‘Cos if I was Superman
I would sort ‘em out.

If I were a Superman,
Perhaps I’d not be so unlucky in looks,
And maybe it’d be someway to get
People to notice me.

I tried walking with my pants
On show,
But the police told me not to do it again.
I said if I were Superman
They’d just let me go.
They just laughed at me
And called me Superman.

I wish I could be a Superman.

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Charlie F. Kane

Charlie F. Kane

Solihull, Birmingham
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