29/30 - Yeah, I know he's fake!

He can fly around,
Pickup anything,
Reverse time by running around the planet,
And shoot lasers out of his eyes,

He should be the coolest guy ever,
And lots of people think he is,
But there's a problem,

Everytime I see him,
He's too powerful,
He's the reason I don't find gods interesting,

Because he isn't,
Superman does nothing but catch airplanes all day,
And then go on to act like humanity,

By bumbling around and acting timid,
That's this alien motherfucker's view on humanity,

Well I'm sorry that we can't fucking fly,
Or be solar powered,
Or have arctic breath,

Is that shit ever useful?
I mostly feel sorry for the guy,
He obviously doesn't know who he is,

Raised by farmers,
He's trying to be a humble earthling,
And denying what he is,

For all intents and purposes,
He is a god,
He doesn't act like one,
But he is one,

I can't figure it out,
Why is he so boring?

He can do anything,
And he spends his time being human?
Way to be a selfish dick dude,
You're supposed to be the best of us,
Why aren't you fixing things?
Big things?
Like world hunger,

That motherfucker could plow fields better than anything,
And instead he puts on pajamas and floats around stopping Luthor and his real estate schemes,

He can hold his breath in space and be just fine,
Doesn't get cold,
Doesn't explode,
Doesn't get flash cooked in direct sunlight,

Why does he even work at a newspaper?
Do something useful man,
You're supposed to be better than us,
But all you want to be is human,
Grow up,
And do what you say you've wanted to do.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Lonely Hearts

Where my Brain Goes at the End of the Day

Fuck You Lucy