Bad Poetry Thursday: Hulking Out

A scientist I am
Nuclear physicist
Working for the man
Developing a new weapon
The gamma bomb

Caught in the blast
Trying to save a teenager
Absorbing gamma radiation
I am transformed
Into a raging monstrosity

Pursued by the military
General Thaddeus Ross
Pursued by a love
Ms. Betty Ross
A palimpsest of paradoxes

Normally shy, retiring
With my anger repressed
Using yoga to control my rage
I can retain my form
As the genius professor

But torment me and I will hulk out
Get all green and big and stuff
And become impervious to bullets
And fall from orbital heights
Without so much as a scratch