Gabriel- Hey, That Guy Looks Just Like My Ex

Something I find absolutely hilarious, is that, if Good Omens and The Sandman really do exist in the same universe, Shakespear is actually just garbage. Like, this man had the blessing of an Endless, specificly Dream, who is the King of Stories. He should be making, quite literally, nothing but the best. And yet, he still required help from a whole other cosmic entity, aka Crowley, to make Hamlet. Hamlet isn't even his most popular play, and he had help from two crazy powerful entities to make it and make it popular. This man had the help of Dream of the Endless and the Snake of Eden and it still is barely on the top five for most people. Do you know how bad you probably have to be to need that much help from nigh omnipotent beings. Definitely one of the funniest things I've ever thought about. I hope Hob and Crowley get together sometime to talk about how not that great Shakespear actually was and how they can convince their significant others that he's not actually that good to.

Soooo, I did a thing.

I don't even like poetry. It's never been a thing I enjoy reading or writing, but I understand that other people really like it. But, I got bord in class today and this thing just erupted from the depths of my soul. So, here you go I guess.

Bruce Wayne, just out of work and ready to go home to his kids and butler, on the verge of tears: Look, if I give 500 dollars right now, can I go home

Joker, seeing Bruce actively holding back tears: You okay man

Bruce, actively holding back tears: not really, no

~10 minutes later~

Bruce, sobbing: a-and he won't talk to me any more and I don't know why. I'm a terrible father and my children all hate me.

Joker, patting him on the back: I'm sure the love you, buddy

Bruce, flipping through pictures of his kids and showing them to Joker: *sobs*

A funny meme I made of a scene from Saiki K

Batman, in a disappointed dad voice: *heavy sigh, pinching nose in frustration* Edward, it's 3am, I'm exhausted, and I've had it up to here with you today. I understand that the officer said your riddles were bad in the papers, but Gordon and I told him off already. Please get off the giant question mark and go home

Edward Nigma, sheepishly stepping off of a giant question mark he built in the middle of the police precinct, suddenly feeling very guilty: Batman, I-

Batman: *heavy dad sigh* I'm not mad, just very disappointed

Edward, in tears: wait no-

I don't even like poetry. I understand why people do, but it's just never been all that interesting to me. But, I got bored in class today and suddenly this thing emerged from the depths of my soul. So, enjoy I guess.

Soooo, I did a thing.

Why must I be over or underwhelmed, why can't I just be whelmed

Some villian: (laying out his plan and making fun of scott)

Scott, fed up with villians interrupting his father daughter time with cassie: listen here buddy, do you think I'm afraid of you?

The villian: wha-

Scott: I have see the spaces between molecules. Traveled years in seconds. Do you know what true silence is, when your so small that the atoms that make up your very existence tower over you and sound waves pass right through you. I've know what the very essence of creation looks like, what the exact vibration of room temperature matter looks like. Do you think I give a single f*ck about you.

The villian: ...

Scott: try me buddy, see what happens

The villian, already turning himself in: sorry sir, have a nice day

Scott: yeah, that's what I thought