BRAINIAC: GORFTOWERS

 

At once, Brainiac stood up and began pacing his silver cage,

Infected with the infamous Hercules Flu,

Green, red and blue wires that formerly held him hostage,

Falling unceremoniously to his feet.

"Gorftowers," he bellowed,

"Wherever you be at this moment,

Hear my song and its ravishing melody.

Futura Minor, your sister who has been imprisoned in the infernal Rocket,

Composed the tune ages ago."

San Francisco, 2015