I Have To Thank Bane
An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
VERSE 1
People ask how I got the title:
The Exhalted Chrome Dome Mike.
I tell them it's because I have no rival,
Crafting masks that healthcare workers like.
VERSE 2
Making cool face shields was my first task.
But getting all the parts was a pain.
So I turned my focus to making face masks.
Stealing the design from badass Bane.
CHORUS
I have to thank Bane.
I have to thank Bane.
Everyone thinks that I'm quite insane.
When I tell 'em:
I have to thank Bane.
VERSE 3
Once they emptied the PPE stores,
Extreme measures became required.
Now I'm able to make up to four,
From bras that are underwired.
CHORUS
I have to thank Bane.
I have to thank Bane.
Everyone thinks that I'm quite insane.
When I tell 'em:
I have to thank Bane.
VERSE 4
I often donate a license fee check.
To some health care worker causes.
What's the real reason they put a medal round my neck:
I gave the gals an excuse to go braless.
CHORUS
They oughta thank Bane.
They oughta thank Bane.
Everyone thinks that I'm quite insane.
When I tell 'em:
I have to thank Bane.
VERSE 5
Much of my humor is self-effacing.
Read my poems all you like, and laugh away.
I hope you don't mind that I'm embracing,
A villain who lost out to Anne Hathaway.
CHORUS
I have to thank Bane.
I have to thank Bane.
Everyone thinks that I'm quite insane.
When I tell 'em:
I have to thank Bane.
The End.
Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2020. All rights reserved.
PS - As with a select few of my other efforts, particularly "The Colocation Center", "My Belle Meade Bride", and "The Las Vegas Strip", I was left with what I call "poetic remnants". These are verses which didn't quite make the grade, but might shed light on the literary methods which I employ.
The 1st such remnant was inspired by President Trump's mention of "unrest" in a recent press conference.
VERSE - The Presidential Medal of Freedom
The President spoke, from the Rose Garden's deck.
Suggesting that idle hands bring lawlessness.
But then he placed a medal around my neck,
For my steadfast pursuit of bralessness.
In the 2nd poetic remnant, I return to a common source of inspiration, The Rature.
VERSE - The Second Coming
From a Rapture dream, I sat up in bed.
Hey, in that one, I was heading for the clouds.
Those who were taken had a Tri-Strap on their head.
Or, at least, had the brains to avoid crowds.
Thanks for your time and consideration.