Somehow they must think;
He’s impervious to pain;
Like some sort of superman;
One might dare to surmise;
But he’s not who they think he is;
And so then becomes;
A tough serving to swallow;
Served by some people whose hearts now are hallow
They came and they went but never could know;
That they’d carry him with them where ever they go;
They took many rounds but never could win;
And they’ll always be wondering where he has been.
And erasures they came;
As if systematic;
And his answers the same;
It’s all problematic.