Hero Or Villain by Peter D Firth
When I was young it seemed that it would be easy to be a superhero.
I just needed a bite from a radioactive spider or to inherit an underground cave complete with man servant
and put on a mask.
The bullies who told me I was weak, would never know who I really was.
If only family and friends knew, it would make them proud
I could fly around the moon and back to earth whenever I liked
I could wear a rubber suit or a fancy cape and not have to wonder if the outfit is acceptably cool this week.
I would be able to fend off the bad, turn the cruel into kind.
But what do I find?
It turns out that when boyhood dreams have faded,
I can’t shoot web from my wrists or use X Ray vision (for good!)
because my nurture wasn’t a superhero recipe.
If I take off the mask you will find
The crooked smile of The Joker
Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee!