Empathy For the Shredder

Masks are all the rage these days, Not knowing when we’ll stop these ways, If how long live in your fears, I’ve worn a mask for 30 years! If you care to guess my name, Here’s a clue- we’re now the same. And of trends, I am a setter, For I am known as the Shredder. Now and then it’s nice to find, My metal mask to hide behind. When emotions start to race, It’s good my Clan can’t see my face. Both of us, we had no choice, To stagger from our muffled voice. Coming from two kindred things, For rats are bats without the wings. It sure gets hot under the mask, But I’m the one that’s up to task, And despite my taste for crime, I was a man ahead of time. I hope it’s now that you can see, And have some empathy for me, So don’t be shy and say hello, Just watch out for those turtles though.