Just once you happened to be in the right place at the right time. Doing the right thing feels so nice. But then the rewards start to come rolling in.
Mmmmmmmm… Attention of the kind it felt like you always lacked. Now the girl treats you like her Tiger Beat pin up screaming her love in the street.
Save one dumb broad once and she starts roaming the streets in a wedding dress, a cardboard sign proclaiming you oh so dreamy though the only face she knows is the latex one. She’s in love in love in love and gets reckless so you’ll HAVE to save her. And you’re in love in love in love with the attention.
You’ve become a whore for saving the world, not knowing where else to look for meaning. But you give up on the world and focus on the girl. Peter Parker let Gwen Stacey go for the good of the city. If it weren’t for that hack journalist twat Lois Lane, you wouldn’t be doing good. (We all know she has the grammar of a twelve year old.)
So Clark Kent, fuck you. Spread ‘em wide and let the whole schtick in. If it weren’t for that, you’d be empty. Let it fill you up. We all know you’re really just a huge fucking pussy.
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This is confrontational, and intense.
ReplyDeleteTague, I don't want to upset you, but you know Superman isn't real, right?
ReplyDeletejessi, you know about metaphors right?
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