Spider-man…
I’m Sony’s.
He’s Columbia’s.
I was Twenty-one
He was Thirty.
It all became crap
In 2008.
He sewed his suit.
I sewed mine, too.
He’s Albert Einstein.
I’m Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
You all know him.
None of you know me.
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