Murdering Superman
Rescue me, superman
Can it be you, I see
Or is the bird not for me?
You scooped me up
Into the heavens of the sea
Then alone I was in the dim alley
Is the moon forever so washed-out?
Or does this bird’s ex-ray?
Take the moon into daze
The laughs are heeding from near
Perhaps, the joker…
Or is it just the cape, as the choker?
I left you vulnerable
At the crook of your cage
And just you blubber, in such riddle rage
Now superman’s dead
As disastrously, for good
Maybe, my bird, afterall; is Robin Hood
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