Beats Bingo → Poem by RobT

I be banging your heads together,

I be turning you in.

All you gang bangers and all you gangstas,

and all you wanna be hoods.

You may be light on your feet and light in years,

still this old dude he shows no fear.

See I’m an elder light force with my trusty saber,

I’m a senior force fighting for good.

I don that cape

I’m all the rage

Not as fast

But I still engage

They say I,

I should act my age

But this beats bingo

Not ready to turn that page

There’s bad hombres on the water front,

some big deals about to go down.

I’m helping the cops with the Identity Heist,

and giving them a hand with the riots downtown.

Now I’m conscious of the creak in my bones,

yes son, “you’ll have to shout in my ear.”

Still the hero inside feels so young,

so people don’t ‘cha have no fear.

Youth may corner the market on muscle,

nonetheless it has a short fuse.

Long suffering wits is what kept me standing,

kept me standing in these super-hero shoes.

So here’s a message to all you ballers and brawlers,

you better look out now, you better beware.

See I’m not too young to not realize,

I’m not too old not to care.