The cape became heavy
Not the weight but
The hanging expectations
And constant cries of help
And smiling all the time
And flying is tiring
The tights were truly getting Tight also
So he hung it up
Tried a desk job
Tried everything within minimal
Then remembered before the Meteor
How he’d masterbate at night
He tried that too
And five minutes later
It shot through the ceiling
Then ceilings
Killing a poor old woman on Floor fifteen
Then into the sky
Then back down on a Windshield somewhere
Now the websites have cross Country facials where the Woman is on her knees in Texas and he unleashes in New York and people love it
They bring their families on the Lawn and try to spot it hurling Through the air
He still wears his cape Sometimes
But nothing else
He still hears help
Sometimes
But then calls a girl
A few thousand miles away
And then gets paid
And then gets tired 

And dreams  

Flying in his sleep
With tights too tight 

Saving everyone