super in poetry

  • Aug. 20, 2015, 7:07 p.m.
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Some Supermen are up up and away,
some are up up every night,
some are up up for the day,
some are just up up up tight.

Some jump every task in a single bound,
some of us get stuck here on the ground,
some of us hide in the safe and the sound,
some hope to get lucky just by hanging around.

Some are faster than a speeding shot,
some get by on what they’ve already got,
some turned to salt while stalling with Lot,
some lost some won and some simply fought.

But we’re all getting there
one way or the other.


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