Gave My Helmet to Rhodey: an Iron Man folk song
Gave my helmet to Rhodey  With loose circuitry  Said, “I can’t be Shellhead  Would you do it, please?”   He put on the armor, gave Magma what-for  Forgive the few windows he made into doors   Kept warm in the Bowery  burning Ayn Rand  almost killed by irony:  death by Firebrand   With advice from Morley, Jim did pretty well  Until those damn headaches gave poor Rhodey hell   I love Indries Moomji  But met her disdain  Too late found the Chess King:  Obadiah Stane   I built my own armor from a box of spare parts  It helped me quit drinkin’, those ‘lectronic arts  Confronted the Bad Guy  At trillionaire's cost  I did save the baby  But somebody lost.