Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 45.0: March 3rd, 2008

Super
by Belinda Roddie

There was a superficial man who lived a superficial life

With his superstitious mother and his supernatural wife

Read the paper every morning and drank whiskey every night

So lived this superficial man in his superficial life

His wife tried to put a spell on him to put sparks in his eyes

But her husband would not have it in his dim and weary light

He was happy with the way he was, happy with his plight

Said the superficial man to her in his superficial life

Two years from then she disappeared with their supercilious son

In a purple smoke that filled the room and poisoned old man’s lungs

His mother shrieked and clutched her cross and died from simple fright

So the superficial man was left alone in dark and solemn sight

The supercilious son sent letters in a cool but loving air

But his father would not open them, for he no longer cared

He was happy with the way he was, happy with his plight

Thought the superficial man as he lived his superficial life

Then one night the superficial man turned to dust in calm moonlight

For that was all he amounted to in his witch wife’s golden eyes

But he was happy ‘til the very end, with what he was and why

For it takes no extra effort to live a superficial life

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since March 3rd, 2008.