In-Con Sequential Art
Thursday
Mar122015

Wear the Cape

Once again, with the cape and the cowl
On the prowl, I enforce the fate of the foul
Sure they hate and they howl, they take and they scowl
Well my responsibility has me full-on faced with my vows
The timing is now, never off the clock
Tick tock, prime spot, dead cop, door stop, cold cock
I drop down, descending on the despised
Fear in their eyes as they’re remembering my righteous guise
The wheres and the whys lost in the scuffle
Tossed in the tussle, hot with the hustle, rot in the rustle
When the ruffled feathers fell there wasn’t nothing but rubble
But with this dick beat and battered well then another starts trouble
So I shuttle to the next destination on the route
Protestation, don’t shoot, big boot, point moot
I scoot to the shade of anonymity blessed me
Don’t pity me, petty thing, this is my destiny

 
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job
 
I’m littered with scars with a few torn parts
I’m bitter and hard with a screwed soft hart
I sit here in charge, withered but large, a splintered-up targe
Done with the march, a wintered rut barge, 
Broken and slowing in the ice of the arctic
Wind outta me, none blowing, once was cathartic
Autarkic, now a slave to the villains
The darkest pavilion, misdeeds to the millions, defending my children, 
But passions are chillin’, my super is slipping
Head in a stupor, blood dripping; my confidence dipping
The justice I’m sipping just isn’t hitting like it once did
When I was young, hero smitten, just a dumb kid
Some bid that they envy me, life of a legend
But when society suffers, there’s no place for second
Beckoned on every crisis, it’s wearing me thin
Another day, another danger, forever, without end

 
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job

News on the tubular screen
Crime rising, no surviving on the serious scene
And sitting impotent and alone in a Barcalounger throne
Is a has-been hero yesterday done disowned
Back in my day a man was a man
Hooded cowl, iron spine and a plan
Put an end to the treachery and wrench it to victory
Now it’s history; time was turning the page, and that was it for me
Used to be everyone knew my name
Tipping caps and slapping backs while I basked in acclaim
I did for the common good, raising my hood up from the gutter
But my sun set, so see me get swept up with all the clutter
I’d give up all the days I have left to spend
If I could only fight for justice again
But I’m a used-up catalyst, none left to battle this
A has-been activist; armchair protagonist
 
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job
I wear the cape I do the job
With life at stake I right the wrongs
All for a what, some pomp and song
I wear the cape I do the job