Arse-Mus* Boy

Po' Arse-Mus* Boy has only two sphincter, no eyeballs or ears: he can't

Think for his brain was dislodged from whacking his noggin' on too many

Stars so he flew aimlessly about spewing garbage from his derriere:

Senseless words, incomplete sentences, buckets of irritating whiny noises

Bounced off all the hearing folk in space and beyond, nothing made sense

Po' little Arse-Mus* Boy didn't care for he had no empathy much less

Intelligence ~ POW! WHOOSH! ~ envision lots of vintage Superman

Comic books here ~

Oh here comes the inevitable BUT: Arse-Mus* Boy couldn't hold a candle

To Superman!

Facts are thus ~ Superman albeit fictitious was so much more powerful,

Honourable and brave in the name of GOOD.

Po' little teeny-weeny Arse-Mus* Boy (although as big as he'll ever be) and

Grown-up as he can get, is factually, I kid you not, a grotesque, foolish

Clump of molecules! His formula does not contain a single atom of

"Give a shit": one can't buy it or fake it, one must have the most powerful

Weapon of all, Love: for one another, the world(s) around us and integrity.

Thing that really gets to me is Po' Arse-Mus* Boy ain't poor in the way

Those with our feet on the ground are. Why he has oogles of googles of

Moolah, buckaroos, green gold yet: listen up now! Hang on to this truth,

Po' Arse-Mus* Boy will never-ever be a Super Hero.