Our good, old characters
- always in primes of lives,
natch - have grown too set,
too shiny in long arcs that
always end up fine, and
no change to tip with.
Nothing let to surprise
any party with but wet
-eared geeks, not even
fledged, not even newborn
yet when those salad days
flew.
They best and worst of
these fan-hacks peck
endlessly in ancient
canon's fire to piss on
and out-argue each other
over who'd win in a fight
for real. Shitcan the whole
continuum everyone loved
too much to change forever!
Buff them up to total! No,
too buff. Tits and butts out
everywhere, sales in the crapper
and critics smell land ho! Nerf
them down hard to realistic,
cynical misanthropes like
we all know the powerful
must be behind their caped
(backwards bib, baby) ass
backs. Oh man what that
writer just did to who looked
at first a bit super was foul. OK
cut, print, adapted to screen
out the real fans
who once understood these
arcs and plots, by archetype
and butt-trope. Lampshade
it to caramelized charcoal
lumps, kids. But ugly as
hell, and inert. Unflammable.
Not "in-" now, nor ever was
not like this. Kid yourself,
if you want an action character
to look up to? Don't look at us.
Make your own. Hard, fast,
more real and fixed wherever
it breaks. Stern stuff, child.
You too were made once,
and that will
be your undoing.
maybe
might
can do
me if
that's alright with you,
too, sweet toot? Peep
on, chime in, whistle
stop and spot the bright
ops
now holding
on all lines open
don't forget to wait
for the moving picture.
If come too soon, and gone
call it a miss, adventurer.
And far forth right on.
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