CONSTIPATED SUPERHEROES

There’s a huge ordeal about the existence of 'Superheroes'. Some people claim they exist, some say it’s a mind game and some say things which shouldn’t be said here. This world may or may not need a 'Superhero' but what it actually needs is an environment free from external and internal problem creating agencies. There was a time when the world was perfect and that was before some dumb paracetomol eating douche-bag opened the pandora’s box. Thereafter, we were bestowed with greed, ego, envy, jealousy, hatred and so on (read: Greek mythology).

All right. It was fun while it lasted. Don’t use brains from next time. Anyway, the society that exists has space for a ‘Season Latest’ in Vogue but no-where is a slot for 'Superheroes'. But then, Vogue wouldn’t feature ‘Superheroes’ unless there was a change in the 'Superhero' costumes. Fashion to heroics, see the similies.

Every word mentioned above in the two paragraphs is what today’s 'Superheroes' think about. Yes, you are right. We have three 'Superheroes' amongst us. Vincent, Patrick and Terence might just look, talk and walk like any normal ‘random’ guy but the perception goes deep, maybe deeper and who knows, maybe deepest.

A motivation, such as a sense of responsibility (Spiderman), a personal vendetta against criminals (Batman) or a strong belief in justice and humanitarian service (Superman).

While it would be awe-fucking-some to become a 'Superhero' and save the world. Think of all the difficulties the three would undergo.

Vincent would take red underwears too seriously which he usually does. Anwyay, Superman sucked. Really, it was like 'Good morning Kryptonite' (whatever the effing spelling) and 'Goodnight Superman'. Patrick would gone a little mental jumping from one building to another, apparantly he jumps only to feel the balls touch each other. Terence would go absolutely ballistic if he was ever gifted with something like a laser X-ray fucking vision. Leave the world, he would not be able to save himself. This goes on, Vincent would be able to fly but that would be of no significance because a strong gush of breeze can make him fly anyway. Patrick and Terence would rather save and preserve their own arse instead of saving the worlds’.

When somebody would plead, “Come on, you have to save the world?”. The instant inner answer to throttle would be ‘depends’.

So, 'Superheroes' is not really a valid idea and is quite shite. True, the three have been chosen and cannot fondle with destiny but if they have lazy asses then the world will have to wait.

And believe it, patience is a virtue.