Her tits
weigh ten pounds each,
the size of cannonballs
they cantilever weightlessly
despite their heft
her pivot waist
is always stressed
and flexed to show her
bam backside, her
effortless thighs
are splayed, arrayed
in battle poses
every page, even
when nothing's going on
her outfit
what there is of it
is skintight
and white
and pink, so
in certain lights
- yeah, you can just
imagine
her powers are
mental. She can read minds
project fantasies into wide
open eyes, powerfully influence
the weak of will - depends
on who's immune. She also
can objectify
herself. Turn
into an object
in other's minds.
Effortlessly, in fact
this power's unconscious,
involuntary. It's out
of her control. They call her
Mindfuck
or Birthday Girl
(the skimpy bikini
part of her constume's
white, and, what with the pink
you can imagine, looks a bit
like tan lines) as a joke,
but she calls herself
Serious Bitch
and she does just fine
although she keeps switching sides, which
the villains don't mind
A few years back, after
five decades at
resolutely
and canonically
age twenty-two, they gave her
a redesign. Not popular
with the fans. So
they wrote in a new archenemy
called Backlash. He was nice
kind of a wimp, though.
Kept switching sides too,
but no matter what you do, man
you're enemyzoned. He'd listen
to all her problems while they fought
over what being enemies means.
Visually-based on a prominent
(as such things are) and vocal
(as such things always are) superfan.
Also unpopular, but
what do you expect. Gotta pander
against the demographic sometimes,
to remain credible in
this incredible biz
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