The man of steele of lately has a real rubbery feel.
The skies are past the verge of darkened
A smothering veil pulled too tight
What happened to even a sliver of light?
It'll be months before the sun can peek through
This dudes catchy costume has turned all blue
To reclaim his strength, he'd like to fly to a sunnier state
He lays there on a pillow of Kryptonite
Pondering considerably, yet unable to motivate
Lois Lane, Lois Lane can still preoccupy his mind
Yet he can't expose his emotions, they're lead, to which he's blind
Sometimes he lays slump, crouched in a phone booth
Again he's passed out drunk
Other days, Lex Luther drops by
Playing the chauffeur to his different crime scenes
There's no super hero work after the fact
Back to The Daily Planet
For dinner, a cold can of beans
As for any worthwhile writing, he's become a hack
In desperation Lois buys him a mood light
The saturation penetrates his super eyes
He now drops out the window, taking flight
Picking up Lois, they zoom past those cloud-filled skies
