As ridiculous I'd be in skintight spandex,
I would like to be a superhero.
Floating wild and free above New York,
Or Westchester, or Metropolis, or Gotham City
Striking fear in the hearts of evildoers.
Cool powers, quick fame, hot chicks, hotter bodies,
What is there NOT to like about the "mask" lifestyle?
(Except, of course, if you're a mutant!)
But I don't have any of that, and I'm jealous
Because I have none of the Glory of Spiderman
But all the concerns of Peter Parker.
Superman, you see, never has to worry about rent.
Batman doesn't have family or social obligations,
And, last I checked, Martian Manhunter has no credit issues.
What's so great about being a hero anyway?
For all the freedoms you have, all the perks of power,
You have to contend with powerful villains, like Doctor Doom.
You have to let them go when the Law refuses to back vigilantes
Or say they were coerced into confessing,
Or, worse yet, You're called a menace by J. Jonah Jameson.
And, what's so wrong with being Clark Kent?
A man of power, but so proud of his humanity
A man who could rule the world, but serves it instead.
Peter Parker? A man of sorrows, sure,
But a man of responsability and character.
He takes care of his wife, his friends, his aunt, his rent.
Embrace a sociopath like the Punisher?
Yes, it'd be great to kill the evildoers,
But doesn't that make you as bad as they are?
And what about Bruce Wayne?
Rich, white, powerful, and a "mask" to boot,
But forever alone because, after all, he is obsessive and crazy.
So where is my gamma bomb? My radioactive spider?
I want it to happen to me too, but I'm also cursed, blessed,
With those human failings that make good comic heroes great.
So, I can't be Spiderman, but I can be Peter Parker,
And that's good enough for me.
Loony? You bet, but it WAS fun!
Peace and love,