I’m not just an average Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I’m a powerful person. How powerful? Very!
I quit being an average Harry-Dick-Tom
When I was bit by a radioactive nuclear bomb!
Now in my blood a great power is pulsing
And my every finer of being is convulsing
Until, like a hero, I burst into flame
And fly into the air and learn power is lame.
A figure flies along the streets
Of a city, black and grey,
Equipped with special armaments
With which to hunt her prey.
Her foes are public enemies
Called apathy and fear.
She strikes them down with not a frown
But a flash of wit and cheer.
Her only superpower
Is a total lack of worry
With which she slays uncertainty
In one most epic flurry!
Who is this maid of mystery
And what can she not do?
We cannot know for certain
But I hope she might be you!
Flying to a new address
When I hear a stranger in distress.
Oh wait, I recognize that guy!
Let’s save a different passerby…