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Fuck your heroes.
Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: Damnit Ben, I'm not a superhero, I'm a latter day saint!
Posts: 50
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To My Darling Elaine...
Anyone in this league have a sense of humor?
Her name was Elaine, and we loved each other like a fable
Or, I should say, I loved her, she just loved my cable.
She's cool, we held hands, I can say that at least
But at school she told everyone that I had fleas.
She's the devil, but I love the temptress something mega
So much so, that I just gave her Sonic, and my Sega
But I had a leg up from any other guy who'd try to woo her
Cuz though she already had my nintendo, soon I'd get a super
Which I could give to her, I even talked my parents into a pool
Only kid who could go swimming at home in the whole school
She loved me then for a week straight, we even had a date
Or, I went to the movies, she went swimming with Chad Tate.
But she told me she liked me, though, not in those words she didn't
We had this code I invented, love was disguised by Dipshit
Fag meant boyfriend, and boy she loved our relationship
I didn't have to tell her the code, she knew, she'd say the shit
Then high school came and she became a cheerleader
I did too and we were a team together, me and her
But, she was the leader, and paired me with Marth Metz
And I'd never before known how heavy 300 pounds gets
Until I had to hold her a whole duration of practice once
While Elaine made kissy faces with Atticus Hunts
It was just to get me jealous, and that's not me so
I just let it go, like when she slept with Eric Neesow
We were still together, whenever she needed to cheat on tests who
do you think she'd go to? Who would always come to the rescue?
That's right, me. I even gave her money so I could help her
(At her suggestion), she kissed my cheek making me swelter
I felt there needed to be more between us than just money
video games, my favorite toys, my chocolate Easter Bunnies
a pool, a past, school, and a cheerleading squad
So I asked if she'd go with me to the senior prom
She said no. But then said I could drive her and Kevin
If I could borrow my dad's Rolls, she said be there right at seven
So I did, what else could I do? She was my love
And I wrote poems, rhyming dove and above
But it wasn't enough to just write those two fits
So I then rhymed 'I'm stupid' and cupid
It was a masterpiece, and when she read it, she slapped my face
After days I came to the conclusion, she's the master race
Not a Nazi, German or any other genetic niche,
She was beautiful, manipulative, and a titatnic bitch.
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