No More Heroes Poem by Kevin Maroney

So many heroes, virtues true,
yet still each one's has so much accrued,
it seems unreal, a shadowy spectre,
as though the author wrote a misdirecture.

He's my hero, my role model too,
he has to be real, I saw him, he flew!
But wait, he's in a bar there,
he's got 3 mistresses, a foul affair.

He can't go wrong, I trusted him, me!
it's like he came and personally gave me the knee.
Maybe it's not is fault, maybe he's right,
I guess it's not so bad to pick brawl fights....

No, he's wrong, I must accept that now,
no more heroes, I wonder why they all died, and how.......