If I were to be bitten
By a mutant arachnid
Or bathed in eerie
gloaming radiance
Perhaps ejected in
infancy in fancy Lycra
From an imploding world
I do not wish to walk
upside down on ceilings
Or make molten metal
From a single stare
Grant me just one wish
One superpower
To belt out
At the top of my voice
Holding a tune
With careless ease
Bits of my soul
Raining down on all
Within earshot
Gladly bathe I would -
in Kryptonite no less
If only I could ...
Sing
Just once
before I die
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