Comic Book Heroes

He stood with his mouth hanging out
With blood on his knuckles,  he broke wind
His friends were laughing like demons
The neighborhood just grinned

It was an overload of high emotions
When she offered to untie her shoe
She looked like a storm of female flesh
I knew I was in for some blues

Her baby brother ran screaming
With a needle stuck in his soul
Then he lay down dreaming
He poor boy was not so very old

The cop car came a cruising
The gang didn’t even care
It’s the same out here as in prison
And they don’t belong any where

The one like a donkey turned to face them
With a swagger as big as a bull
His arms were alive with tattoos
His face was mashed to his skull

The girl undid some more buttons
And minced right up to them and said
If someone don’t give me some whiskey
I’m sure I’m gonna wind up dead

I lost my hope of redemption
Both fire and water in my brain
Just what’s the world coming to?
I mumbled again and again

Baby brother lay moaning
His jeans were ripped to rags
His plimsoles were tatty and dirty
With a stale loaf of bread in a bag

The cops spread out across the playground
One was asking for cool
Why don’t you all go home to mother
Or else go play a little pool

The girl bent over the bonnet
She was quickly handcuffed away
The guns came out of their back packs
Now they could have some play

They were only comic book heroes
They were drawings coloured in ink
They were a story of the imagination
By a man who had died from drink

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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