Permanent Press

The Hulk
a purple panted Pinocchio of rage
the madder he gets, the stronger he gets
green gamma muscles bursting out the seams
a revamped, illustrated pulp fiction
a case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
without evil intentions or guile

when sleep overtakes him
after the adrenalin has run its course
his transformation back to Dr. Bruce Banner
spindly, mild mannered geek
begins

But what's with those pants?
No matter what the stressed out scientist wears
when emotional overload transforms him
into a 1000 lbs. of muscle bound green fury
he never fails to end up wearing
those purple pants
uniformly
raggedly ripped
just below the knees

pants that somehow
transmute from grey
Haggar comfort fitted elastic slacks
on the bony hips of a haggard pale skinned man
to royal purple jeans

when puny punk Banner
can't handle it all
The Hulk takes over
an overgrown, cranky toddler
who seeks solitude
he's no green skinned Hyde
with murder or suicide on his mind

still
without fail
some super hero fool
answers the call
to protect the public
from his temper tantrums
feels the need to knock the chip off
his jaded shoulder

then all hell breaks loose
but those damn purple pants stay up
can't say the same for super dude though

from time to time
the Hulk gets knocked to the ground
never down for the count

yet his purple pants
have never been down
I think those comic's code censors
couldn't show off
an emerald phallus
even if flaccid
where the kiddies could see it

so let him smash up a building or two
leave some bruises and Bruce bewildered
by the side of a ditch

so draw blood
draw close to death
but never touch it
but never drawn
with his drawers down
dick out
after all
his purple pants
are the fig leaf of
their imagination

©polarpaul 2007