Because I know your weekend would not be complete without more bad, 80s, comic book-inspired poetry, here's another classic from my teenage brain. This one was written for "Honors English II" in 1989.
Daredevil
Red.
Blood.
Bleeding.
He goes on.
He kills
Killers
Alone.
Fights for good using evil's tactics.
He is the devil.
He is hope.
Daredevil.
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