POEM - The Monologue Made Me Do It

If comic books were real

We would all be faced with a dilemma

The problem of who to align with

Whether to support the super heroes

Or become a thug or minion

In support of an evil genius

It is a harder question than it appears

As complex as Superman's disguise

As complicated as Batman's moodiness

We already support different factions  

Groups and organizations in vast array

Some looking like the Justice League

Others like training camp for the Nazis

But even that isn’t enough to decide

We all have to work somewhere

Maybe we are employed by a big industrial company

Only a toxic spill away from vilification

Or perhaps a pharmaceutical company

Committed to absolute eradication

Of some furry pest or creepy bug

When a slight misstep in formulation

Triggers a worldwide wipe out of all gingers

And you were just doing your job

But now you work for the bad guy

And the villagers are at the gate

With pitchforks and Tasers

And suddenly you are a minion

Just to save your own skin

And when you look at it that way

Almost nobody is immune

Completely sure of their ability 
To remain on the side of good

Possibly a few charities

The occasional non-profit do-gooders

Maybe even a church or two

But in a world where Mother Theresa gets bad press

Even these guys aren't a safe bet

I tell you all this because I know

I found out already

Which side I am destined for

I'm going to be a villain

Not a mean, violent one

Just a narcissist  

A full-of-myself gas bag

In love with the sound of my own voice

My daughter let me know this today

She said it was the monologues that did it

It was the one habit the would remain

The qualification I could never surrender

Even if I tried really, really hard

Apparently I don't come off as a strong-silent-type

I’m more the guy you bring along

That will keep the conversation going

At all costs

Even sanity

I really don’t see the problem

There are just so many funny thoughts

Running and banging around my brain

Little scenes to play out

Different voices to try on

Sleepy people to make chuckle

Control to be lost

Milk to be projected form noses

Hysterical, convulsive laughter to incite

And long drawn out explanations to be brilliantly orated!