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Pink Kryptonite

I used to be a super hero.
Now Iím 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, Iím 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 Iím caught up in itís euphoria,
My thoughts are no longer pragmatic.
I canít believe Iím saying this,
But my powers,
I have relinquished.
The first step to recovery is acceptance,
But I still canít escape itís grip!
It comes in all different wrappings.
Some domestic, some foreign.
Iíll do almost anything
To have my soul reborn!
Super Man had no powers on his planet!
And Iíve figured out what that must mean,
In the movies it was symbolic,
But on Krypton,
PUSSY must have been GREEN!
Written by Lyrically_Inclined
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