They ain’t gotta
Make me outta plastic
My cells are synthetic
And I bleed like you do

My supernatural abilities
My subferal proclivities
My cognitive metaphysicality

Why is the Freak
Such a threat
To the bland
The everyday
And the ordinary?

Observe my superior
Laboratory tested

My fibers
Wound tighter
Than your
Momma’s neuroses

Neuroses spun looser
Than Portnoy’s free hand