Twelve Cents - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I found twelve cents today
At the end of my run
It used to be that twelve cents
Was the amount it took
To purchase a comic book
Where you were transported into
A world of super powers
Good and evil
In a time where right and wrong
Was clear and obvious
Now twelve cents just doesn't
Amount to much
The lines between good and evil
Have been blurred for so long
That no one is wrong and
Everyone is right
Where fair play and honesty
Are just words that sound good
Not things that matter