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22/M/Bristol, England    Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. - Alexander ...

Poems

Tinesha Garcia Feb 2011
Super Super, why you look so down? Super Super.
Super Super, you can fight jets, Super Super,
With your battle axe of a housewife’s civic duty to her husband made of the dust collected from under your Victorian couch. Super Super.
Super Super, it was just last week when I saw you shine at your dinner party, your masquerade of fine dining wine, needy guests that **** your humanity out of your frail bones with dramatic recollections and vanity.

And yet, I ask again Super Super, why you look so down?
The sun’s a shining today, beams of radiating crisp, clean dreams for your bubbly, day-dreaming delight.
The earth’s a spinnin’ for you, rotating. The ebb and flow of life seeping from everyone’s front door is enough to bring real tears to your eyes, Super Super.

Oh! Super Super, tell us of your upbringing, of your life. Tell us how exactly it is that you became someone’s wife! Oh, and tell us about the time you strangled your mother… With filthy, worn out pantyhose that you found in the gutter.
Oh, Super Super.

Super Super, I know it’s rude to stare but I need to see your truth.
I need to see your Freudian slips and how your blood drips, do you bleed like me?

Now, Super Super, don’t be alarmed. You know that curiosity killed that cat, which technically means that the cat killed itself, right? SUPER Super. What exactly does it mean to live in your never-been-worn looking shoes, expensive clothes and chemically altered body? Do you find comfort in the little things? Super Super.

Super Super, why do you look so ******* sad?
There are far worse things to be than a suppressed housewife.
isn’t that just super, Super?
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The Super Heroes of Rock!


There’s a little person named Gem, with a banjo in his hands;
But he’s too drunk to play.
There’s a guy with one arm and he’s slamming the drums
And I think his name is Dave.
Jenny plays the Bass, with a rash on her face
And she’s going to die today.


The lead guitarist (Jimmy) has no legs,
But he always tries his best.
But his lack of fingers and thumbs,
Is starting to become a pain
And the fact I can’t sing!
Well it doesn’t mean a thing,
Because we’re not even getting paid to play.
No we’re not, getting paid to play.


Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


When Kurt decided today was the day
And put a bullet hole in place of his face,
They called the Super Heroes of Rock!
To come and save the day.


And when Black Sabbath crashed the plane
And Axl cancelled the show again.
They called the Super Heroes of Rock!
To come and save the day.


The little person, Gem, he used to sing,
But a girl named Lisa broke his banjo string,
So now he simply comes to our shows
And joins us up on the stage.


He used to be the ladies favorite,
But now he’s lost all of his confidence.
Because he hit the bottle hard
And he hasn’t been the same since.


But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
We’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.


And if there’s nothing else I can say,
I guess we’ll just rock the show our way.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


And ladies there’s no need to fight;
Just come and form an orderly line.
Then come and be the bands groupies;
With us back stage.


And the fact that I can’t sing!
Well that doesn’t change a thing.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we do this voluntarily, anyway.


We jump into empty gigs slots,
When a band’s singer has lost the plot.
We’re the rehab missionaries
And we don’t get paid to play.


Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


And if our music isn’t your thing;
Well we already know we stink.
But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we only came to save the day.


Could you give us back Jimmy’s false legs?
He only wanted to try and crowd surf.
Things are already bad enough for him,
What with the leprosy and he’s just lost his girl
And I think Jenny has died,
I can see Dave’s put a drumstick in his eye.


But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve only come to save the day.


Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And our music will never be stopped.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve only came to save the day.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.