Plastic Man’s Hymn to the Aesthetic Beauty Center
Sexier than a sting ray in Bermuda,
Flatulent yet strung out on raw ether,
I flaunt my mutability to stay neuter
With more ass than you’d care to remember.
I lurk beside hoods and crooked dicks,
Shoot craps and split the ambiguity,
Shape shifting among schizophrenics,
Flashing serial killers with rapier nudity.
Crime-fighting in upper or under classes,
The deuce I’ll ever serve a warped racket
On red and yellow acid behind dark glasses!
My pal Woozy takes comfort from his straight-jacket.
Cheeks smoothed over by collagen therapy,
Whoever is too beautiful becomes ugly;
Me, I’m diagonal in a zigzag cacophony,
Transitioning between genders quite snugly.
Published in the Yellow Chair Review