if i chose a superpower
i would pick to be errant dust
i’d pass through glass and hour
fling into eyes with every gust
any batman, any joker
would be out of their league
neither spade nor super soaker
will slow my grainy blitzkrieg
you can hide your useless gun
and unclench those comic fists
my stinging blasts you’ll not outrun
get my warning, get the gist
not a sick, bloodthirsty flower
nor nipples spewing toxic lust
if i chose a superpower
you’d tire of choking on my dust
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
These clever poems never disappoint.
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Aw, thank you! 😄🙏
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Awesome, poem! Thank you! I think dust and I must be friends; I always leave them alone!
Also, thanks for popping by my site. ❤️
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I leave dust well alone too! Otherwise it gets up my nose and messes with my sinuses like you wouldn’t believe! Thanks so much for visiting with us! 😆
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Talk about eat my dust hehe
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Hee hee! 😆
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So, costume is skin tight leggings with contrast coloured over/underpants, figure hugging spandex top emblazoned with Dust-Buster logo, matching cape, and naturally these days, completed with an N95 mask?
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And now all he needs is a ™ after his name! 😉
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