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Hero?

Crash! Kapow!

You call yourself a hero?

You don't know the meaning.

I run, your personalised ball-boy,

The Dark Knight and his shadow,

Trailing behind, holding the coats,

Each day the same, never seen

Just a sidekick

...

Now I have grown,

Exchanged that emerald gear,

Black trousers, a polo neck,

No longer need to be seen,

People no longer stare at the man

who followed, the man who tagged along,

Getting into trouble and causing havoc,

I am who I am,

Holy Robin Redbreast! Scream tabloids

Have I said too much? The mask holds

Identity but what if that got lost?

What if the Robin opened it's beak,

the Bat would have nowhere to fly.

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katie-ruby
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Published
Dec 20, 2012
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