Sham and Sorcery
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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