It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s a fat old man
Trying to assume the fictive virtues
Of a comic-book hero. Adjustments
Were required of course. His flab was sent
To a planet far from any semblance
Of fact. Superman diets by decree it seems.
His hair is blond now, his face tilted up
To avoid the stink he’s put on all things good.
Like light on the horizon, he bends truth
To serve his latest expropriation.
The original Superman served people
Weak and in need. This one serves billionaires
In their quest for more at any cost
To human beings or a beleaguered planet.
This Man of Steel hurts those who can’t fight back.
He takes from the poor and from hungry kids.
He’s the world champion of grievance.
Truth is just his self-interest. Justice
Is whoever can do the most for him.
The American Way is racist bunk
With a serving of genocide on top.
He’s a hero for himself. Just call him
Super Scum, a self-degraded, petty man.
