Kryptonian

I saw you first September, 1st
Back in the days of my childhood.
Red laser beams right from your eyes,
A flannel shirt instead of suit.

The loneliness of godlike guy,
Protecting dearest ones,
And deadly light of kryptonite -
Both do the job of guns.

And an idea hit my brain -
“I’ll be a man of steel like you,
Who wins the heart of Lois Lane
Despite red trunks over the suit.”


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