Comic Book Boy (A True Story)

Superhero comics

Were all he ever read

His parents nagged away at him

To read some books instead

He searched libraries and bookshops

But nothing he could find

Could match the huge excitement

Comics caused inside his mind

He marvelled at the stories

Called characters his friends

The days dragged by

If issues had cliffhangers at the end

He loved their shiny covers

Their shape and feel and smell

Who wrote and drew and inked them too

One glance and he could tell

The villains were (usually) defeated

Though after quite a fight

The superheroes won the day

And this to him seemed right

As he became an adult

His comic reading stopped

Yet something tugged upon his heart

When passing sci-fi shops

So he bought comics once again

To get that magic back

Just like a train that was derailed

Returning to the track

He vowed he would stick with them

Beyond infinity

And write poems about superheroes and supervillains

Yes, Comic Book Boy is (still) me