And God saw everything that he made, and behold, it was very good?
not a bird
not a plane
just a mortal descending
bruising the dirt
hung his cape up with the rest
thirsty veins lust the needle
hands append to metal arms
and liquor lips shine from leftover crumpled cash
no shoes no shirt no service
love n’ service for naked poverty?
just sex n’ service for sleazy strippers
serviced oh so good and hard
and superman just stands there crying in an open landfill