Howard Firkin
Don’t think, because I never wear a cape,
I don’t have super powers. I have one:
the power to leave important things undone—
on life’s keyboard, not Enter but Escape.
When you need things ignored, babe, I’m your man.
Look there! Up in the sky! Is it a bird?
Yes, it’s a bird. I’m sitting on my arse
while buildings burn, and kids are shot in class,
volcanoes blowing, villages interred—
I’m doing nothing. Why? Because I can.
I never made the dash out of the phone booth;
if I saved anybody, no one saw.
Keep looking, kid—I’m telling God’s own truth—
if inspiration’s what you’re looking for.
I don’t have super powers. I have one:
the power to leave important things undone—
on life’s keyboard, not Enter but Escape.
When you need things ignored, babe, I’m your man.
Look there! Up in the sky! Is it a bird?
Yes, it’s a bird. I’m sitting on my arse
while buildings burn, and kids are shot in class,
volcanoes blowing, villages interred—
I’m doing nothing. Why? Because I can.
I never made the dash out of the phone booth;
if I saved anybody, no one saw.
Keep looking, kid—I’m telling God’s own truth—
if inspiration’s what you’re looking for.