Superhero poem

Let me introduce our superhero but he’s not a super man though his super powers aren’t in doubt he has no superfans

but he’s not superannuated (that means retired in super speak) no – he’s not been superseded he just never reached his superhuman peak.

Where once his super costume fit His gut’s now supersize He’s a super heavyweight But he once looked super fly

He wasn’t always stuck this way he once saved a supertanker but now he plays with himself all day he is a super… well, you get the picture.

His story’s super tragic but I won’t be super serious my super ego is in check I won’t act supercilious.

Super powers? He had them all You think I’m being superlative? I can only say he was a superstar and that’s being super conservative.

Super strength and super sense super taste and hearing super smell and super smart super speed and super healing.

He could create a supersonic boom shoot lasers with his super vision He was a one-man super-weapon who required no supervision.

For he was super good a moral super trooper he had one simple super mission to make the world just… super.

And super strict upon that point: he wasn’t superficial he’d fight super villains every day with his sword of super crystal.

Super criminals would run and hide but his abilities were superior a supereffective super sleuth who made police superintendents feel inferior.

But one fateful day on super duty he caught a super bug a superflu that knocked him out: no remedy at Superdrug.

Super scientists were baffled by this super-virus cell they agreed that it was supernatural created by some magic super spell

The super community rallied round a super family to their friend But even superglue looses its hold Even sympathy comes to an end.

This super group deserted him Then he lost his supermodel wife Until one day he realised That he’d lost his superhero life.

A fearful super symmetry Seemed to mark his super rise and fall Now he cowers, stoops and hides Where once he stood up tall

From super-busy every day His life’s gone super slow-mo From high-octane adventures Outdoors becomes a no go.

He doesn't go to the super market but he’s not super lazy He just sits at home all day going more stir crazy.

He’s escaping to his childhood Watches reruns of Super Ted And sometimes he evens struggles In the morning to get out of bed.

He’s getting superstitious where once he was so rational he’s lost his super riches and other heroes? He wants to smash them all.

He’s stuck in bad behaviours And though he’s on the border He’s spiralling into the blues of a depressive mood disorder.

It does not take much to get this way A sudden supervention An emotional displacement or the stress of constant tension.

We don’t fly like Superman So our falls are not as visible Our problems lost in the every day Until they become – clinical.

But fighting mental illness Does not require telepathy Nor any super power And begins with human empathy.