Written by C Hues
May 23, 2024
Went on a date with a Californian named Rose—
She was lovely as arsenic, so the story goes.
This is what I have to say about our meeting:
This Rose never bloomed, her kindness was fleeting.
Rose, if you doubled your IQ, it’d still be single digit.
You can’t outsmart me, you intellectual midget.
You say superheroes aren’t for adults, they’re for their kid.
Sure, that’s why Deadpool’s Rated R,
And why Kingpin crushed his henchmen’s head with the door of his car,
Why the X-Men prove bigotry isn’t dead,
But I guess we should listen to this fool instead.
You think being quiet is odd—it’s anything but.
You criticize others, yet you can’t shut the fuck up.
Say I must be so close-minded—
Interesting, is that how you find it?
You say if I don’t date conservative, it’s apparent,
Yet you won’t date someone if you see they’re a parent.
Say Washingtonians are rude, as you smirk with pride,
Yet you laugh at those who commit suicide.
Well, at least you acknowledge you’re not empathetic.
You’ve cracked the case, detective. Instead, you’re pathetic.