Is it true? Can he be put back together!

In this universe there are wood peckers 

And doll houses for those who seek

Place beyond this place and time

Perhaps together we are held 

In the gravity of heavy objects

Love can tear us in two

And it takes a genius to invent glue

Especially Superman Glue!

Hotter!

My turn, oh yea.

Perhaps this is the end of Superman!!

I'm too hot for your hot plates.

What a lovely thing it is, (STD's not included)

Sex heats up in the spring

Falls with the flowers from the trees

Running like sap

It consumes all things

From the well of love new things

Swans mating cries

All the world is a humping.

Anytime is the right time, even now as i write this love for you ideation prose.

What itches you so much?

What is the apocolypse anyway!