I may be a spider-bitten, better drawn character
In a different-hour, other-hero world
Who’ll leave his loved one’s near- seduction-moment chamber
To ensure the dastardly scheme’s never fully unfurled.
But, when I’m holding this brass-padlock key
I’m on the allotment; it’s time for me
For once in life I keep up with the plot
Please give me one chance to enjoy this lot.
I may be a social-miracle worker,
The patience of Job, all hours of the clock
Have the spark energy and thick skin of elite berserker
Be someone capable of shrugging off shock.
But be aware that inside these gates
I’ve paid my annual have-privacy fee
I don’t need to know what’s on your slates
For while I’m holding the line I’m free.
Yesterday,perhaps I had the strength of Samson,
The tricks of Merlin, the grace of a leopard
Tomorrow maybe I’ll have the skills of Shakespeare
The attitude of a Pele, be a cool, monetary wizard.
But, right now, wearing these wrecked-knee jeans
And completely understanding what’s going on with the plot
You need to understand what the Yoda phrase means:
Disturbed, do I want to be ? Not!
