A/N: Hey guys! Just a short poem I came up with last night. Unbelievable. Here you goooo!
Your prideful, selfish, narcissist self
You think you have all the fame and wealth
At least I don't need fake hearts for my health
Or suits to be all the more stealthy
At least I actually know how to date
Because I'm not single at 48
Can you simply accept humanity's fate
And stop trying to avenge it?
Your rage is what will kill them all
When you turn green, muscular and tall
You need to control it or else you will fall
Just try not to get angry.
Just the simple things that make you mad
Stop trying to make us feel so bad
About the life you could've had…
But you wouldn't have been avenging…
Your manners are so 1940's
Such a goodie two shoes- so perfect, so boring
You can't write a half decent plot to a story
So why should I bother to care?
Because, despite your boring old ways
You really do deserve the praise
So why would you waste your glorious days
On avenging the earth
You've got red in your ledger and you'd like to wipe it out
But when you can't, you secretly pout
You silently scream, yell and shout
But you hide your public emotion
Running around in your skintight suit
Innocent bystanders think you're a hoot
With all your guns and bullets to shoot
If only avenging were the reason.
Your arrows never hit the ground
You silently sneak without a sound
And not a trace of evidence is found
Besides robotic carcass
Your blood is dripping down your head
As your very next move is read
But you'd rather suffer instead
Of not avenging your "friends"
A lightning bolt fell from the sky
Just as you were about to fly
It landed dead next to you, you could've died!
If you're a hero, shame on you
You're supposed to be saving civilians
The damage you've done has cost them millions
Who am I to say, possibly billions!
That's why they shouldn't avenge.
A team we are, a team we'll be
We'll save millions, maybe two or three
Even if it doesn't end joyfully
It's better than our alternative.
A Russian assassin, a giant green monster,
A man in a suit, a purple archer,
a vibranium frisbee, some lightning bolts,
We are the legend that saved New York.
