He stood hands on hips,
blue shirt, red bib
flipped to the back
like a big baby in a cape
and let the bullets
bounce off. Apart
from invulnerability
and strength, flying
and all kinds of eye
and ear acumen,
what's he got
that I ain't got?
Oh, okay, a full
head of hair.
Some guys
get all the luck
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