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PROCREATION MAN

Being the MAN-OF-STEEL
is one thing.
Being a good dad
is something far more difficult.
I'm eight months away from fatherhood;
the steel is rusting, the cape is wrinkled,
and my fortress of solitude
is about to become my hamper of diapers.

Being the MAN-OF-STEEL
still leaves me powerless
against those two little cells
in there hatching plans
to conquer the womb;
those two little cells
in there mixing the chemistry
for a brand new revolution;
those two little cells
schemeing to become...life!

Those two little cells in there
those x's or that x and y
they have defeated me.
The MAN-OF-STEEL
removes his cape...

but fear not citizens...
I again shall fight for freedom
The freedom of little zygotes everywhere.
I again shall right wrongs,
end tyranny, and steer the car-pool
with an iron-clad hand

For I am...
PROCREATION MAN

The Avenger of mid-afternoon morning sickness
The Master of the midnight craving
The super-hero of the all-night super-market.

I am PROCREATION MAN!!!!!

Sworn enemy of swollen feet
Purveor of pregnancy
Bringer of the sacred seed

I am PROCREATION MAN!!!!!!!

The Dark-knight of dirty diapers
The Batman of bath time
The Spiderman of the sperm-count


I am PROCREATION MAN!!!!!!!