Spiderman makes his case over and over again that being a superhero is quite all it turns out it be. Everyday is the same thing. He gets a call from the "Gubbener" and ha to take somebody down to the police. He has to wake up and put on the same "fwame resistant" suit every day. The narrator that being Spiderman is boring and monotonously repetitive. I like this perspective Jim Hall is showing us. The idea that being a superhero really isn't that "super" at all is something that is hardly seen. It is a parody on being fictional. However, the most intriguing part of the entire poem I believe is the ending, where our superhero tries to leave his audience with a new philosophical insight on life. "Maybe dat's da whole pwoblem wif evwytin. Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?"Nobody can burn there suits eh? What does this mean? Are we all the same people till the day we die. Does fate have anything to do with this idea? Does this mean something more common? Maybe the point is that we are who we are, and there is no need to try and be someone else. Spiderman will always be spiderman no matter what. And I will always me, until the end of time
I loved this poem. It was funny, entertaining, and new. I didn't have to decipher whether or not this was Shakespearean or Italian, and where the stressed and unstressed syllables were. Thank you Mr. Hall for shaking up poetry.
