There's a little Lex
Luthor inside of us all
And a little Clark Kent
too.
Locked in a constant
battle
Constantly fighting
To purge one of the other.
Evil words followed by
fierce chides
All inside of my tortured
mind.
Is it any wonder
That I hate that Lex
Luthor
Who resides inside of me?
Clark's loathing of Lex
Runs very deep
Sending me skidding down a
slope
Very steep.
Plunging into darkness
Fighting to the death
Never giving my troubled
heart
A much needed rest.
I think too much, that is
true.
No wonder my thoughts fall
into a constant feud.
Someday, I pray, my
thoughts will battle no more.
And Clark Kent will tip
the balance
On this wavering, uneven
scaled score.