Cardboard Man

by skinnymann

A personal reflection, really has nothing to do with any superhero. More to come, if reviewed. Also, first time posting.

I am the Cardboard Man,

With an assembly line soul,

Walking amidst a Cardboard Crowd.

Fashionable morals and convictions

Drive my actions.

And I consume them with my Cheerios, and change them like my underwear.

The winds of public opinion,

Dictate the movements of this Cardboard Crowd,

Of which I am a proud member.

All of us, 2-dimensional, no substance,

Listening to he Almighty Oz,

The media.

"Look, off to the side!"

"Who are they, so tall and strong?"

"Those are the Steel Men and Women"

"Don't they look ridiculous? So out of fashion!"

"I hear they don't listen to the paper"

"Well, how do they know what to think?"

"Apparently, they reason it out for themselves"

"How repulsively old fashioned..."

And so, the Cardboard Crowd sweeps by,

Leaving no mark upon the world,

Soon to be forgotten.

And yet, there is something about the Steel creatures,

Of unbending will and conviction,

So, I stay behind and approach them...