Boy Wonder

The Eggman worked the corner of Zelda and Alley-way.

He’d had tricks up he sleeves, once.
Tricks to make his rodents dance.

No more.
No more dancing the pixel –

or the hatcha-hatcha, or chase.
No more chase.

I peeped out my window every day at him,
Watched him work the kids:

“Hey! Wanna see if I can guess yer weight?
Just hop in the sack – no? No? NO?

They’d steal his hat,
roll him into a small alley,
beat him here, there,

Happened every day.

The Eggman.
The kids.
The offer.
The beatings.

And each time, Robin just sat there, going “Tweet”.

Damned sidekicks.


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