The Three Supermen Cometh
Yeah, Batman and Robin, The Sparrow jaywalking
[Scene 1]
Three Supermen swooping in
Clark Kent, Mark Lynch, Art Flint
Cigar stench
Big newspaper, shades, dark tint
One had waves, the other one Jheri curls
The other one had just rocked a fade
“You look hot,” he said to every girl that got in his way
I mean yesterday he got tased, unfazed
Touch the titty, watch the sun bathe
“Where you goin’? Please, hon, stay”
Stun her in the back with the gun raised
She wobbled on onе leg, then fell to thе ground
Heard a voice say, “put the stun ray down”
There’s a villain at the capitol building
Talk about masses of killings
This is bone-chilling
“Where’s Mark?”
“At the park with his sweetheart, reading charts and carving tree art, picking flowers and buying tea carts”
“Hold it, that’s too much information,” pacing
Activate the telekinetic terasuits
“Now tell him meet us at the superstation”
[Scene 2]
Meanwhile, the girl got his hand, she says, “I love you”
He said, “did you hear something?”
She says, “no”
He said, “there it goes again, the Supermen, I gotta go”
There in an instant
“What’s shaking, Art?”
“What’s up, Clark?”
Their face to the monitor
It’s Dr. Diabolical, tryna take this whole place apart
“Let’s get there fast”
“Wait, let me roll up one quick, I got some OG and some Cookie Crisp”
“Okay”
An hour later, they still there
Phones ringing off the hook, alarms going off everywhere
Clark asked, “yo, where you get this weed?”
“From Kasheen”
He said, “after we leave, make sure you give it to me, I’m too high to use the suit”
He said, “me too”
Another hour, they still didn’t leave
They wanna take the star-gate super shuttle, but Mark can’t find the keys
I think they lost
“I think I dropped them when me and Clark fought”
Another two hours passed
“How long does this high last, yo?”
And they call the super
“Go call the Uber”
“Phone’s not working, satellite must be down”
“Let’s take the bus downtown, that’s how I use to get around”
Three Supermen waiting at the bus-stop, with capes on, driving by slow as the cops