I know you feel my sex appeal
despite the lack of earnest squeals.
You should know, despite my glow,
the fans rarely stop to say, “Hello.”
Am I not a rockstar, superhero
because my visibility ranks near zero?
In this hour of superpowers
I think I’ll stop to sniff the flowers.
By B Gourley in humor, poem, Poetry on January 21, 2017.
