More Poetry!

Heya Crowd!

So in my foolishness, I deleted a poem I wrote that I hated, but my Poetry Workshop loved, so I've taken the time and spent the hard labor of re-typing it here for you at the low price of "I-don't-get-paid-for-this!"

Tell me what you think:

"The Strongman and the Liar" or "The Fortress of Solitude"

When Superman left his burning home
He had no idea what he
Was to become.
Time he saved Metropolis from
Thundering explosions
And again he fought back Bizarro and
Lex Luthor in their lunacy, with
His spitcurl still in place,
And blue eyes beaming.
Life became one crisis after another in
The form of cybernetic alien conquerors
Bent on enslaving the planet or
Young, prideful Superboys from a dying Earth.
But Lois.
Lois was Delila. She, after years of prodding,
Learned the secret.
Maybe he just told her.
Maybe he said, "Lois, I love you."
By whatever inclination, she flipped back her
Jet black hair, lit a cigarette, and
Lied.
"Your secret's safe with me" she said.
But Kal-El went the way of Samson.
His hair was cut.
His eyes put out.
He found himself in solitude and cried what tears he could.
So when I leave home and
Do my best, when I
Turn evil on its back,
Leave my secrets where they stand.
If I love you, love me.
But I won't trust you with my thoughts,
Because the strongman's kryptonite
Isn't kryptonite, but rather
Letting lovers in.

That's all for now, folks! Have a good'un!

-Steve