Batman
When at last all was well,
Like a bat out of hell,
His trajectory said, “I am free”;
We discerned from afar,
That his freedom, by Gar,
Was quite real, which we all could now see.He was free in the past,
But constrained by the last
Little scrape he’d encountered which then,
Made his life living hell,
Though beneath he did well,
For to mean he refused to descend.Ten more days ’till it goes
In the trash where one knows
It belonged from the start of this phase;
That will make life sublime,
As trajectory’s line
Curves on up on foundation he lays.There’s no Batman for real,
Or those heroes of steel,
Just us people with choices to make;
It’s not toss of a coin,
But the tribe that you join,
As the mean and the mean you forsake.navigation