Pink Kryptonite

I used to be a super hero.
Now I’m just like everyone else.
I used to use my logic.
But that was before I felt,
The effects of Pink Kryptonite,
It leaves me dazed and confused.
I used to be a straight winner,
But when I set my sights on it, I lose!
All super heroes have a weakness.
Make no mistake, I’m not less than,
No super hero can deny it.
Not even Super Man!
What do you do when your weakness attracts you,
Kinda like a drug attic?
When I’m caught up in it’s euphoria,
My thoughts are no longer pragmatic.
I can’t believe I’m saying this,
But my powers,
I have relinquished.
The first step to recovery is acceptance,
But I still can’t escape it’s grip!
It comes in all different wrappings.
Some domestic, some foreign.
I’ll do almost anything
To have my soul reborn!
Super Man had no powers on his planet!
And I’ve figured out what that must mean,
In the movies it was symbolic,
But on Krypton,
PUSSY must have been GREEN!