Being born warped was badbut not as bad as being born a Mortimer.
He could make something of himself
with his abilities, but his name?
That would doom him forever.

Mortimer found himself craving attention
and felt little for himself
so sought big figures to take care of him.
He joined organizations
that might not have had his interests in mind.

Little Morty had skills that kept him in great
with groups up to no good.
The little man strong-armed for respect.

Surprisingly, it worked for everyone involved
and the weird boy had some kind of happiness.

It wouldn’t last long.
Crews like Mort’s didn’t have a way of lasting
and they fell apart
and soon after, so did our guy himself.
Without a community, what was he?
What could he call himself
without anyone to bolster him?
M still has no answer for that.