Ares you're pathetic,
Unlike Apollo you're not prophetic,
Hermes, without a doubt, is more athletic,
Without Aphrodite you'd be a horrible cosmetic,
At least Hestia is sympathetic,
Good thing you're not diabetic,
Unfortunately you're not very energetic,
And when you deliberately hurt someone, you're not apologetic,
Just like you're children, who are the opposite of hyperkinetic,
King of the sky, somethin' you'll never be, is electromagnetic,
And without further ado, you're pathetic because you're terrible at arithmetic.
God of war,
You're symbol is the boar,
All you can do is ram the door,
Can't count past four!,
And just like Otus and Ephialtes, I'll use to mop the floor!,
You're absolutely obsessed with gore,
All you want is more, more, MORE,
And all you do is roar,
When Percy Jackson beats you at the Californian shore,
SCORE!,
And you swore, while rubbing your ankle; sore,
And you always call for the dance floor, before asking for,
Aphrodite when she shouts "We're done for!"
You get prisoners of war, trapped behind bars,
And every day you crash multiple cars,
You're Roman aspect is Mars,
Be careful!, The son of Poseidon will have you seeing stars,
Do what you do best, lay back and smoke some cigars.
You chant "Fight, Fight, Fight!",
When you can't even do said word right,
And unlike the winged Thanatos, you can't take to flight,
And you might be a good knight if you could cause fright,
You're eyes are like nuclear bombs alight,
An when they ignite,
People's scared faces give you delight,
Tomorrow and tonight,
you will never be polite!
Attack, Attack, Attack,
Until they're blue and black,
Crack,
The sound of the broken bones of Jack,
You have a knack, for your lack,
Of completing a task,
without, THWACK!, WHACK!, SMACK!,
Cut back, can't you hear him yack?,
You're destroying his air sac,
Just wait until the father of Jack Jackson gets to unleash payback.
