Supermen, supermen, they are loose on the streets,
Fake muscles a bulging, super-breathe a reeking of alcholic treats,
Truth and justice, bah! These are gobbled up like liquorice.
Bear with my whimsical musings as I witness the randomness that is London.
Ps. Why are the faux supermen blurry? Because I was in a hurry and they engaged their super-speed crossing the street power.
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