Damn Global Warming

What happened to my superman,
the one that is supposed to fly
through the window and save me
from the burning building.
I have third degree burns.
Still can't figure out what
caused the fire.

The man who
is supposed to take me to the movies
and pay; and buy me popcorn.
The superman who,
opens my door when the car comes to a stop.
The man who cares for me
enough to love me without
having conditions.
Don't do this, and don't wear that,
put your hair this way, and paint your
nails like this. My ex- used to be....
She was ....
Why do I care again?????

Oh, did I mention Love!!
my bad.
That does not come any
more because its about you, you , you

There are no supermen
there are only lonely broken hearts
looking for someone to mend them and
move on.

To take;
from you leaving you
wanting and wondering,
what happened.
The music stopped and
you are dancing all alone
in the street.
The street fair in July, has no people, and
you are just standing in the
warm sun,
burning,
because you forgot to put
on Sun Screen.

Maybe,
if you had put on the sunscreen
you wouldn't be writing
about some superman who
does not exist.

Damn
Global Warming.
Burning my ass up
and I am talking about superman.

Now the radiation will contribute
to my follies, and my ideas
of supermen.

I can really do it without him,
but I can't live without Sun Screen.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens